I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED
SO COME ON
I WANT ANGST AND FEELS
AND I HAVE THIS PROMPT
Michael was hiding in the ruins of something that used to be a church. It barely offered any protection against the elements.
His wings still hurt terribly. Healing took so long without a power source, and he was cut off. His brothers abandoned him, cast him out. They said he was tainted and corrupted after such a long time in the Cage, that he was not worthy to return to Heaven. And now he was lost, powerless, with broken wings, feeling cold all the time. What little remained from his Grace was fading away and he had no way to stop it.
He sighed and tried to find a more or less comfortable position to rest. This was the worst thing. He needed sleep now. He felt weak and ashamed. What would Lucifer say when they met again? He would surely mock him and have every right to do so, in his perfect vessel and in full powers.
Michael tried to pray to his Father, but he knew he won’t be heard, just as he wasn’t heard all those centuries in the Cage. He had failed. He started to doubt and he was unworthy of God’s mercy.
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