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Joined July 2020
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π‘΄π’Šπ’„π’‰π’‚π’†π’π’Šπ’” β€œπ‘¨π’›π’“π’‚π’†π’β€ π‘«π’“π’‚π’ˆπ’–π’π’π’— † Michaelis, the archangel of death † New to character, with 9+ years exp. † NSFW, 18+, possible triggers ahead † Thread with info to come
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The fog is rolling in over the pier. Tonight is going to be something different. There’s a strange feeling clouding Michaelis’ mind.
† I should really start writing things down. . . For the life of me, I can’t remember what I was thinking about.
† I’ve been brainstorming ideas for Michaelis, hopefully I’ll connect some dots later today... For now, I’d love to get back into detailed scripture. Don’t hesitate to message for plot, I’m not intimidating.
Michaelis was close to blowing a gasket, but he just stopped to stare at the flickering flame between his fingers. β€œI’m an Archangel, do you think I have a life?”
She approached him, looking at his ears and shrugged as she continued her pelting. "Oh cmon, live a little!"
His ears became red hot as he did his best to turn away each piece of popcorn that came flying his way. β€œI need not. My β€˜fun’ is sailing souls to the underworld.”
She ducked quickly as the kernel came back her way. Snickering she decided to keep pelting him with popcorn. "You need to learn to have fun!"
Heat channeled through him from Satan’s wrath popped it almost instantly, which flung it right back in her direction. As for the other room temperature kernel flying towards his head, he simply caught it mid-air, and crunched on it. Archangels certainly have their quirks...
Her eyes grew wide as she saw the flame appear. Obviously she would have to throw a kernel to see if it would pop. Would it be a good idea? Probably not. But she wanted to find out. She flicked the kernel towards his hand and another piece of popcorn at his face.
† I’ve been brainstorming ideas for Michaelis, hopefully I’ll connect some dots later today... For now, I’d love to get back into detailed scripture. Don’t hesitate to message for plot, I’m not intimidating.
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His potent green eyes broke ground and turned her way, tilting his head to ponder her reasoning. The Archangel snapped his fingers, immediately claiming a small flame between index and thumb.
She flicked a few pieces of popcorn his way. She was bored, so why not fuck with an Archangel.
He’s growing close to losing his sanity, as if he really had any to begin with... The thought of not being able to take the soul is scrambling the Archangel’s brain.
He drags a stick behind him, as he walks in circles. The sound echoed the area around him, creating an eerie presence with the fog. No souls have squandered his time today.
Michaelis is growing tired of seeing wasted souls wallow into his realm. He’s itching to take the life of the soul himself. He’s often dreamt of the way he’d do it.. nice and slow, with the succulent red dripping from his fingertips.
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Off the pier he sails, as another soul enters the realm of the dead. The journey into the darkness brings joy to his heart.