[Closed]

[familysucks]

Who: Michael & Eddie; Michael & Claire; Michael & Lucifer; Michael & Wanda
When: May/June
Where: Solvunn, Horizon
What: May quest threads and other closed starters
Warnings: None yet, will add as required

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[familysucks]

If Michael hasn't been particularly forthcoming about his past up to now, it's only because sharing it hadn't occurred to him. Angels don't really do casual conversation, certainly not between the lower ranks and archangels. He's never had to tell any of the Host about the Apocalypse, anyway. They all knew the story. Most of them had been there when it happened.

"No, I don't." There's momentarily raised eyebrows and a hint of something that might be amusement on his face, but it's a flash at the surface and then it's gone.

He's an archangel, Claire. Of course an ego like his doesn't believe it needs to justify itself to anyone.

With the sheep now pretty thoroughly coated in a balm that Michael suspects is at least as much if not more ritual and tradition than actually useful, he reaches for the clean rag she offered earlier. He could snap his fingers and be done with it, but he might as well have something to do with his hands while he speaks. Farm life is slower indeed.

"Some of what you know applies. The bible is as much embellishment and outright lies as it is truth. The original conflict was between my brother Lucifer and our Father. Our Father created humanity and asked us to love them above all else, even Himself. Lucifer refused. Eventually he was cast out of Heaven and into Hell." And oh boy is he ever glossing over the details of how that went down, but she wanted to know about why the Winchesters hate him. His issues with Lucifer will have to wait for another day. "The Apocalypse was meant to be the moment I faced him again—our final battle. Our fight would have meant the death of a few billion humans. Dean Winchester was intended to be my earthly vessel for the task, but he refused."

Michael decides that's a sizable first bite, and pauses, giving her a moment to chew on it. He wipes the sticky balm off of his fingers without looking at them as he waits for either a question or a nod to proceed.

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Claire is listening intently, gathering the wool and collecting it in a burlap sack. It all basically tracks with what she knows, what she remembers from the few Sunday school classes she ever attended, and the pious Bible reading she was told to do.

"From a human perspective, stopping the apocalypse is the theme. A battle against heaven and hell that someone on Earth must inevitably solve. Which...seems not too far from the truth?"

That's her confirmation that she's following so far, since she hasn't looked up from her collecting.

[familysucks]

Michael frowns, unhappy with the reminder that humans inevitably jump straight to the thought of stopping the Apocalypse. Thousands of years of prophecy and effort, all gone to waste thanks to a pair of men who couldn't handle the thought of following the rules.

Hands and fingers now clean, he folds up the rag, dirty surface towards the inside.

"It wasn't for them to stop or solve, it was their place to play their role. We already had a solution. All I needed was a body. This..." He gestures at himself, but he doesn't have the right words for Adam's former flesh. This body is what? A loaner? A gift? Just a seat he's keeping warm? Almost a year into wearing it solo, it might as well be his. "I didn't have a physical form of my own at the time. Angels are composed of grace and celestial intent."