𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋

『 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍 』— ❝I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ﹐ ʏᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ﹐ I·ᴍ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ.❞ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬.

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

❝Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ sᴛʀɪɴɢ?❞
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Portrayal of the Archangel Michael.
Prince of the Archangels.
Defender of the Faith.

♡ & ↻
[ ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ #ᴋʀʏᴘᴛɪᴄ ]

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

@ParvosAlauda — Michael could just tell by looking at it.

“Here,” Michael fished through his pouches as he pulled out the dessert he stole from the kitchen, “I’ll trade you.” He outstretched his hand, the dessert in his palm.

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

@ParvosAlauda — did not mind the cold, he was accustomed to it when he went out to do his ‘heavenly duties’.

“Is your hearth not working?” The Archangel questioned as he crouched in front of his sister before he noticed the steel and flint within her grasp.
The knife was dreadfully dull, —

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

— standing at the doors that lead to his sister’s quarters.

Raising his hand, the Archangel placed a series of knocks upon the door.

“ @ParvosAlauda, my soror, are you there? “

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

It was a bustling day within the castle halls of Eden, its proud people scattering through the corridors as talk and gossip whisked from their tongues.

From the servants to the pompous aristocrats, the castle was never quiet for long. Despite such, that is what gave Eden its —

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

— snag one of his sister’s favorite desserts. . . Without any of the kitchen staff noticing.

With the ‘stolen’ dessert now hidden diligently under his cloak, Michael made the journey up to his sister’s tower.

. . . .

After a few minutes had passed, he found himself —

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

@ParvosAlauda < and armor onto the animal. Whilst the guardsmen did the same to the remaining horses.
Michael did not expect this day to come so soon.

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

@ParvosAlauda The palace was in a distraught state, maids and servants scurrying between rooms with blankets and water -- blood staining their hands. Screams of agony twisted the atmosphere of the palace, as rooms were filling up with wounded guardsmen, >

[𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 @DuxAngeli]

@ParvosAlauda < to Michael. The stablehands quickly retreated into the palace as Michael gestured some guardsmen over. “Saddle up, we are going to need any advantage we can get.”

Michael led his own horse out of the stable as he promptly secured the saddle >