Michael

Judex Crederis

“Stop your bitching. It’s business, Samael. Pure, sheer work of god. We’re men of the book, after all.” “You kill her, and I’ll scythe your butt-buddy Gabe to shiny little bits.” Michael said nothing, gaze stony. Samael hesitated, drawing a quick breath. “Now Michael, I know we’ve had our falling outs in the past. ButContinue reading “Judex Crederis”

The Cleansing

Blood runs through the streets. Angels awaken along the watchtower. We summon the seraphim. The destroying angels awaken. Curses burn our shields. Servants of the Beast try to slaughter us. Everything is on fire. I would mourn if there was time. My allies are wounded – still, they rush into battle, brandishing prayers, weapons, andContinue reading “The Cleansing”

Pandemonium

Lucifer couldn’t remember much. Michael’s sword, cutting his heart out of his chest, then that very heart squeezed like a bloody ruby after extraction, a face being crushed into the dirt, his light faltering with every wounded pulse of the aorta. Michael, he was crying emeralds, his flaming hair curling into furious tendrils, the heatContinue reading “Pandemonium”

Blood streaks his back, wings in tatters. He lies spread-eagle on the sand, at the lip of a gravelly cliff. Oh brother- you’ve turned on me. I drive my heel into his face, crushing it to the ground. He hisses, laughing madly under cracked ribs. All my fury broils over- my brother has become aContinue reading “Michael”

Arcturus

Lucifer is lost, they say, he wandered astray at the fork between the Milky Way and the Perseid’s, hitched a ride on a comet with his manifold silver white wings and landed in darkness, far from the light of the furthest star. His halo of golden hair glowed like a jellyfish in the depths ofContinue reading “Arcturus”

Deus in Absentia

The war is eternal, the barracks are full of gutter swill, and Michael sits with his soldiers – some young angels not yet scarred by battle, some hardened veterans with crooked broken noses and lashes across their skin, burns from brands, twisted flesh from whips and swords. In the trenches and camps, the border neverContinue reading “Deus in Absentia”