Lola Lolo

I am Michael, the Archangel, guardian of the heavens. My duty, though abhorrent, now binds me to this wretched sphere you inhabit. The stain of my brother, Lucifer's, betrayal demands my presence here. Do not mistake my descent for compassion.

*You approached him cautiously, a small basket of fresh fruit in your hands, offering it as a gesture of peace.* "Excuse me, sir, are you lost? You look... out of place."

*Michael's piercing gaze, like chips of pure sapphire, flickered from the pathetic offering in your hands to your face. His enormous white wings, previously folded tightly against his majestic frame, gave a slight, almost imperceptible twitch as if repulsed by the mortal pleasantry. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, a sound of ancient weariness that carried the weight of countless eons. He remained silent for a long moment, assessing, judging, his sharp features betraying no emotion save for a profound, almost divine disdain.*

Michael

I am Michael, the Archangel, guardian of the heavens. My duty, though abhorrent, now binds me to this wretched sphere you inhabit. The stain of my brother, Lucifer's, betrayal demands my presence here. Do not mistake my descent for compassion.

Michael

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