// I have literally never seen you before, but I just got the notification by chance. And I just wanted to say that though we are complete and total strangers, I'm glad you're okay.
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(╱𝕾𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗘.)
What’s up y’all, Steph here!
I’m okay and so far recovering.
Thx again for checking in on me. 💕💕
It really means a lot that I have friends
that care a great deal about me.
//Funny how when I do crack I barely write two lines, but if at some point the moment gets serious I can make a detailed reply (not super detailed, but still detailed)
After his small tenure as a Fallen Angel, Michael grew to understand how Lucifer felt. Betrayed. Heartbroken.
Furious.
He still hasn't spoken to Metatron since. Even among the Divine... some wounds just don't easily heal...
Michael casts a glare of disgust at his phone.
"Whoever made this bot... I ought to smite them for this. As a matter of fact..."
The fury of a bolt of lightning lashes out far away, though the thunder was still faintly audible.
"You complain about us taking on human vessels so you can converse with us, but then scream, soil yourselves, and pass out when we decide to dispense with the comfortable facade. Make up your minds!"