WHY ME LORD [past]

[MICHAEL]

The Garden of Eden encircled Michael, the lush plant life swaying in unison with the subtle breeze. He observed the picturesque landscape, recalling the various memories he and his siblings shared—a simpler and happier time that was now long gone; vanishing in the fraction of a second. God created man. His Father’s children mesmerized the archangel considering they were made in the Lord’s image. In all honesty, the conception of humankind had caught him unawares, though he respected God’s decision, as did the majority of his brothers and sisters. They were indebted to Him, the life he granted them the greatest reward in all the cosmos. In spite of the suddenty of the situation, Michael willingly embraced the people of the earth, his main objective to please his Father. Serving Him was most important and he would forever adhere to His commands without complaint for His word was law.

The hostilities between his brethren could have been avoided. Michael did not comprehend Lucifer’s disobedience, his brother’s resistance to bow before man spreading throughout the ranks, reaching him solely by word of mouth. Although, he had not confronted the Morning Star himself, he knew with utter certainty his kin spoke only the truth, his beliefs confirmed by God Himself. Lucifer’s refusal pained Michael. Not only was he disobeying their Father, he was betraying him. He had practically singlehandedly raised his younger brother since the dawn of time, the bond he shared with Lucifer the strongest of all their siblings; they were family, however Lucifer was also his closest confident. Now, the Lord instructed Michael to smite him, cast him from Heaven—their home. The act of doing so severely upset him, his devotion to God and his devotion to his brother conflicting one another.

His wings unfurled, as he gazed skyward, hands curling into fists at his sides. A part of him wanted to ask why, but, God worked in mysterious ways, and Michael had to abide by His rules; he was a good son and would not disappoint his Father as Lucifer had done. Those who chose to follow his brother’s example would also be expelled; sinners did not deserve to remain a resident in this paradise He so beautifully fashioned for them. Michael would grieve for Lucifer’s loss as well as his own—the loss of a brother, of a friend—though he knew that God had not planned for them to travel down the same path. He also knew they were no longer allies, but adversaries—for it was written.

[ELIZABETH]

Say what you need to save your soul

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Elizabeth was saddened, like all her siblings at this time. The war that was coming was weighing heavily upon them. Here and there among the paths of Heaven, fights had broken out. There had been deaths…She shut her eyes tight. Already her siblings were falling prey to internal conflict and it ate at her heart. Still, she had done her job thus far. She was a dutiful sibling, still following orders. Her latest task was to visit with their commander in this war, Michael. She had chosen her side. She was staying with God, with Michael, with the rest of the original Holy Host.

She was dreadfully nervous. She had heard rumors of Michael’s growing wrath. While she had done no ill, she was still concerned for her own safety. Michael was God’s right hand man, next to Lucifer – who somehow stole the spotlight half the time. As she landed nearby she shifted her wings nervously. Elizabeth slowly approached the arch angel, giving him space as he seemed to be in thought. They all were…thinking. She swallowed and peered at some of the flowers in the garden. To everyone the Garden was different and when two different souls happened to be in it at the same time – realities had a tendency to mix.

She found comfort in the soft petals of a nearby red lily flower. Elizabeth reached out to feel it’s smooth surface and smiled. Another flutter of wings, only these were of a brilliant blue butterfly as large as her hand. She smiled softly, checking on Michael to see if he had noticed that she was here. She was staying respectfully quiet as the butterfly landed on the back of her hand. She brought it closer to her face, peering at it. It was so delicate, so beautiful, and she watched it fly away with a few swift wing beats.

Elizabeth stepped back, pondering what Michael had wanted her here for. She had heard whispers among the ranks. She had a strong stomach for tough situations, but some of the ideas she had heard…they seemed so out of her nature. She looked at the back of Michael’s head for a moment. Was it true? Had he been…questioning their siblings for information? This oncoming war had really taken a turn if her suspicions were true.

Her nervousness was eating away at her patience. The angel shifted and looked back to the flowers for comfort, to keep mind at ease. After a while her thoughts were reeling with wild ideas, spinning out of control. She had to know. She had to know what he wanted with her here. She slowly walked forward stepping slightly behind him, to the right of his frame. She looked around, wondering what he was looking at specifically.

“Michael…” she said softly, “I was informed that you wished to see me…”

But don’t fuck with me while I’m losing control

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