AN: Guess who started making appearances! He's gonna be around for a while! Happy Holidays everyone! I'm going to try and update a few more stories tonight but I make no promises!

Reviews:

SuperWhoAvengeLock Trash: Hahahahha I don't think anyone but me has those answers! He's gonna fuck up a lot of stuff, have no fear!

Robin0203: He is amazing!

Tripod Gal: I'm back! I love that you love it!

Silverinumiko: Of course, thanks for reading it! Hahah we'll see! Everything has a plan! Michael's taking charge now, and he's gonna kick some ass!

Guest: Thank you so much for reading, I love that you love it! Mika is gonna basically replace God in this, cause Chuck is a douche and doesn't deserve the family He has, so Mika is taking over and gonna do good by them now. We're going to see a few familiar faces, have no fear, some might not be taken as good as others. Michael knows more on the workings of Heaven then most people would think. ;D

ApocalypseGabriel: Hi! I'm sorry it took so long but I got some places I wanna take it, though it may be slow moving for a bit, it's not an abandoned story in the slightest! There will be more Gabriel and Healing and Big Bro Mike taking care of everyone!

Cutecookielove: Awwww! I love you, in a none creepy way, thanks for liking it! He's like the best of both worlds; a lover and a fighter, someone that will hug you and kill for you in the same breath! Thank you! I was worried I was making him sound too…..gushy…..or something!

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Adam Talking

Michael talking

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'Well that had to hurt. I don't think I've ever seen an ass turn that red before.'

'Hush, and mind your language, you are talking to an archangel.' Michael sighed as he walked down the Axis towards the Heart Hall, surveying all the damage that had been done to his home while he had been otherwise indisposed, 'Look at all this damage. What have I done.'

'Well from the looks of things, I'd say you made a mess, didn't you ever learn to clean up after yourself?'

Lucifer gave him an odd look, watching his brother walk and look around himself, he seemed to only be half aware, as though something was drawing the other half of his attention away from the sights around him. He rubbed pitifully at his bottom again, and sighed for the eighth time in a row, when his older brother finally spared him a look. It was stern, his brother still upset at his actions, but there was a hint of remorse that shined in them now.

"I did not mean to be so rough, but how else will you learn?" he rubbed at his shoulder comfortingly "Do not worry, the sting will fade, though perhaps not for a while yet." He rubbed at his younger brothers head fondly, "Let that serve as a lesson to you not to cross me again."

'Look at you being all sentimental.'

'Have you always been this cheeky? I don't remember you being nearly as troublesome when you first became my vessel.'

'Please, I was terrified of you back then.'

Michael snorted softly, and his younger brother turned to give him a strange look, one that went unnoticed by the older archangel.

'And you are not now? I am still an archangel, the eldest archangel, I practically have the power of the universe in my hands.'

'Please, you're a giant teddy bear, you don't scare me anymore.'

'Just wait until I get a vessel of my own. I will show you how truly terrifying I am.'

'If I were wearing boots I'd be shaking in them.'

'Yes, keep pushing it, continue, as you humans put it, digging yourself a grave.'

"Are you talking to your vessel?" his brothers voice pulled him from his inner thoughts, the conversation he had been having with the young man he had taken as his vessel. He looked to his younger brother with wide eyes, something akin to a deer in headlights as the humans would say, but nodded none the less.

"His name is Adam, not 'vessel'." Michael nodded in answer though, "I think you and he would get along, he is quite sarcastic, he reminds me of you in a way."

They turned to look at the Heart Hall, what was left of it, and both frowned, "What is the price of war?" Michael was the one who took the first step, and Lucifer followed after him, taking slow steps as though fearful of what they were about to face. Faces turned to look at them as they entered, far fewer then there should ever be, eyes filled with equal parts sorrow, agony, and exhaustion.

At the entrance stood one that he would recognize anywhere he may be, one that would follow at his side no matter where he goes without question, one that he had raised himself.

Nisroc stood at attention, but the weariness in his eyes could be seen by all, he was barely hanging on by a thread and it was all his own doing, and he caressed his cheek lightly, "My dearest Nisroc, my little warrior, I have abused your loyalty more times then I can count. There will be no more battle, this war is officially over, you deserve a rest."

"Sir, I will follow you anywhere."

"I know you would." He rubbed his thumb over the Power's cheek bone, "And I can't thank you enough for your loyalty. Your heart is truly your biggest strength. I will work to earn the forgiveness that I am to earn from you."

He smiled to his captain and moved forward, patting a few on the shoulder, setting his hand on a few heads as he passed them, until he stood in the middle of the small group. That was all that remained of their family, a meager group of angels, what was left of their once great family. They all stared to him for help, all silently begging him for his help, for him to do something, they were a dying species and they did not want to die.

'Its kind of creepy, they're all staring at us, say something man.'

Michael hummed in agreement to that voice within his mind, the voice of the boy that contained him at the moment, and he spread his arms for them all as though to draw them all into an embrace, "Gather, my young brothers and sisters, gather close." He smiled at Dumah when she came to stand at his right side, her eyes had grown brighter since the return of her wings, and it brought him joy that he was the cause of that brightness, "I know the pain that has been caused to you in these last eons, but no more, the war is done, peace will be restored, and we will begin to rebuild."

"But what about our numbers?" He knew that one, Shamsiel, speaking when no one else had the nerve to, he smiled to him and nodded, stepping over to stand before him directly. Michael ignored the slight flinch when he reached up to caress his cheek, "I was the one who witnessed you all being created."

"So you.. You can bring us back…. You know how?"

"I know more than you would ever believe."

Shamsiel smiled at him, "You can…. We won't…. You won't let us all die?"

"Not so long as I live." He smiled at him, brushing his fingers over his cheek lightly, "There will be no more death. Only life."

Michael looked around, taking them all in, sharp eyes finding every flaw and vulnerability there was to be found, primarily in their wings. For what was an angel without their wings.

"First we restore your wings," he held his hand out, letting a piece of his bright grace shine, it covered them all in a blanket of tingling warmth. He chuckled softly when he witnessed a few of them shiver at the feeling, watching as their eyes lit up with the same shine that Dumah's did. There was a light that shone in their eyes when they turned back to look at him that brought warmth to his heart.

"Now we go to the Garden."

A fledgling tugged on the end of his robe, and he looked down to them with a gentle gaze as he kneeled for the little one to speak their piece, "Why the Garden?"

The archangel smiled, scooping the fledgling up to sit on his arm, "Because the Garden is where Life was first given." The fledgling giggled softly, cautiously, at being up so high and her little fingers curling into the shoulder of his robe, "What is your name, little one."

"Eraiah."

The Prince kissed her cheek lightly, eliciting another soft giggle, "It is an honor to meet you, little Eraiah."

She smiled at him, looking down to his feet, "You're so big!"

'How do you know she didn't just call you fat?'

'Oh, would you just hush!'

"I've been told that quite frequently, I may be big, but you, you are very small."

She nodded to him, she would go with him to the Garden, "I want to come."

He smiled at her, "Thank you for your coming." She nodded, and he turned, gesturing for them all to follow him, and follow they did. Seeing an angel created was not something jut anybody had gotten to witness, and to think that the archangel would allow them, none would turn down that opportunity. They followed them, with the Morningstar, down the Axis to the Garden. Joshua smiled at them as they entered, a greeting that the archangel returned in kind, it was that sort of knowing smile and he wouldn't be surprised if the old Gardener knew what he was here for.

The archangel stopped just before The Tree, and the others gathered around, some looking around as if to try and spot anything out of the ordinary, perhaps to spot a new angel in the making.

"I don't see any new angels."

Michael winked at them, "Look closer, do you feel them, their grace is all around us. Life powers the Garden's very being." He leaned forward for the tree, smiling at the fledgling that still sat on his arm, Eraial smiled in return, watching with wide attentive eyes, and he leaned forward to press his palm to the trunk of the tree. They all watched mesmerized as the tree trunk began to glow, a soft light climbing up through the cracks, and it exploded above them, creating a dome over their heads, "You just have to know how to find it."