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β Michaelis, the archangel of death
β New to character, with 9+ years exp.
β NSFW, 18+, possible triggers ahead
β Thread with info to come
The fog is rolling in over the pier.
Tonight is going to be something different. Thereβs a strange feeling clouding Michaelisβ mind.
β I should really start writing things down. . . For the life of me, I canβt remember what I was thinking about.
His ears became red hot as he did his best to turn away each piece of popcorn that came flying his way.
βI need not. My βfunβ is sailing souls to the underworld.β
Heat channeled through him from Satanβs 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...
β Iβve been brainstorming ideas for Michaelis, hopefully Iβll connect some dots later today...
For now, Iβd love to get back into detailed scripture. Donβt hesitate to message for plot, Iβm not intimidating.
Heβs 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 Archangelβs 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.
Heβs itching to take the life of the soul himself. Heβs often dreamt of the way heβd do it.. nice and slow, with the succulent red dripping from his fingertips.

