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the stranger said. Lifting my head slowly, I look up. Wide eyes, I whisper his name. “What are… you doing here, Michael?” I mumbled. “I came… to help…” Michael said. Michael was an old warlock. You could say ancient. He has kept his identity hidden. He was supposed to be dead, but he wasn’t. He was one of the oldest warlocks alive. “You look like crap,” I said. “Well, thanks to you,” Michael said, smirking.

“We are almost there,” the driver informed Kylie. Kylie nodded her head in response and turned to the man seated next to her. Michael, the archangel who signified war and combat, was sleeping soundly next to her. She and Michael were sharing on car while Davies and Jack were sharing the other. It was difficult to believe that this person was capable of turning the world upside down if he unleashed his power. Alas, it was usually the most unassuming of individuals who were capable of the most unexpected things.

His soul forever trapped in limbo, never permitted peace. The man that Darkous was proud to call companion slowly stalked towards him, the scar over his left eye more prominent against his blood stained face. Michael was covered from head to toe in black leather armour, his light machine gun by his side. His short brown hair clinging to his blood covered head; he stood an inch shorter than Darkous measuring at 6 foot 4. “Sir the battle is all but won, we are just chasing off the strays.” Michael announced, standing to attention.

the masculine voice threatened as Michael sense the truth in his voice. " I'm Michael. I came to meet the old women who lived here in the middle of the woods" Michael replied honestly regretting not accepting Astraea's offer of bringing a couple of warriors with him. Michael was aware of the old women's hatred towards intruders and knew that bringing warriors will only make the old lady feel more uncomfortable. But right now he regretted his decision, only if he would've brought them then he wouldn't have to be stuck here and get threads from some young man.

"We can talk over here if you like. I see another rush of kids headed this way." Michael glanced behind him, his suit fitting him beautifully. "They do look rather rambunctious, but I have no room to talk. I still feel like I'm ten somewhere deep inside this aging body." She chuckled and moved to the table, taking a seat and extending her hand to offer him the other one. He unbuttoned his coat and sat down as the door opened. Drake walked in and caught her gaze, heading her way as if Michael weren't even there. He stopped short, glancing over at Michael as a smile lifted his lips. "Michael Carrington. It's been a while."

An old friend of Robert Lond who spent some time with them at their house, especially during festive periods. "My name is Brad and I am a friend of Robert Lond," Brad said, moving forward with a stretched hand. Clark shook his firm palm and told him who he was and what he did for a living. "Fair enough," Brad commented once Clark was done introducing himself. "My name is Michael and I am Clark's companion and trusted ally," Michael said. "We are both from America." Brad smiled and shook Michael's palm as he had done to Clark then he told both of them who he truly was and what he did for a living before adding his country of origin.

whispered Michael. "Hold on a little longer just let them do whatever they came here to do ok, Clint. Please I know you and your stupid brain is curious but don't fuk up ok?" Michael wasn't the type to be scared of monsters, after all as a B-class warrior himself he had gone to numerous expedition and dungeon clears. But humans were another thing. He wasn't scared of a monster but humans. He and Clint were the only ones that were not sent by the Duke. he already knew that the adventurers were all under the duke's command.

After about ten missed calls, Michael called back and shouted at Logan annoyingly. " Bastard, why are you dying? Don't you know I'm on a special mission? I can't take calls from anyone from southerners ." " What? Why can't you?" Logan asked, getting curious. " Lord," Michael's sighing voice stuffed Logan's ears. " I'm here as an underground officer with my other comrades to distinguish businessmen. Do you want me to get caught by your annoying calls?" Michael scowled, causing Logan to lose his sanity. " Michael, mind your tone. I just wanted to speed up the process because I'm barely holding back Alpha from going to North."

"Ah, right! Aren't you serving a sentence? I didn't see you in the courtroom, meaning Archangel Jin didn't lock you up. So, what punishment did you get?" asked Michael as he put his toys on the table. Archangel Michael is fond of making human life replicas using wood and leaves. Yeah, I know it must be very boring to keep a room so empty like that, so he did that to eliminate his boredom. "Why does everyone know I'm being punished? Was it the Angel Edmud?"

When Michael’s power peaked, it attracted them because Blackthorne did not tolerate unpredictable empires. They approached him first with diplomacy, an offer disguised as partnership. Submission dressed as alliance. Michael refused. Not rudely. Not foolishly. But firmly and Blackthorne marked him. The accident that killed Mira was not meant to destroy Wells entirely. It was meant to remind. You can be powerful but not more powerful than us. When Michael retaliated, they measured him and they realized something dangerous. He would not bend. So they paused, not out of fear. Out of strategy.