#michael the archangel

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[daught3rsofcain]

Does anyone have offering ideas for St. Michael? I already have an altar for him but there is a very small amount of offerings due to me not knowing what to add for him.

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[shannara810]

For @midamappreciationweek

I've read many fics where Jack got Michael back from the Empty for a lot of reasons: Adam, to manage Heaven, someone to split his Power with, things like that.

But what about this: Michael never went to the Empty. When Chuck pulverized him, the fragments of his Grace simply remained there in the air. So after Jack brought all the humans back, Adam's soul naturally called for Michael's Grace: they had spent so much time together, that one could simply not exist without the other.

Jack was quite intrigued by them, while Castiel could not believe his eyes.

[carlarosenakilah]

What type of mom is prim?

If you know you know :)

also clarification, both oc insert aus are not connected, this is just a fun crossover. StoryTale is connected to The Osix Family.

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[stevetonyss]

midam nation! since jake abel has confirmed that michael and adam do, in fact, smash; how do you think they do it?

[pablohunie1993]

the trope of michael being less important does something to my brain. like you were practically fated to rebel and fall but you were gods favorite and hung the stars and no matter how close in proximity i am both literally and through service you retain this influence and empty space in place of your old self WHAAAAAT

[luulapants]

Worship in Recursion - an Adam/Michael fic

Rated M | 5,747 words | canon-compliant | oneshot

The vessel began to burn almost immediately, the fires of the pit rising to meet them before they ever reached the cage below. Hell was made for suffering, but not for corporeal bodies. The skin seared and bubbled; blood boiled, and veins burst. For Michael, once they left Earth, it was nothing to slip out of the ruined flesh, unfolding his true form from its confines.

Before he could fully exit, something caught around the end of one wing: a tendril of energy, clinging like a vine to a tree branch straining toward the sun or perhaps like the tentacle of some sea beast binding around its next meal. Adam Milligan’s soul, writhing in the torment of his body, latched onto him. Wordless. Pleading.

Across the cage, Lucifer was already outside his spoiled vessel and set himself to punishing Sam Winchester for his betrayal. He tore the smoldering flesh off in strips while the human beneath his talons begged for mercy.

Michael lifted Adam Milligan’s soul from his body, the vessel the human had invited him into, however reluctantly, and in the pitch dark of the cage, it shone so brilliantly that it drew Lucifer’s attention from the agony of Sam Winchester.

He had just enough time to tuck the soul inside himself, no attention to where, before Lucifer was upon him. The collision rang through the cage like thunder, like the quaking of earth. As they fought, Michael only registered that Adam Milligan had found a space for himself, a cavity.

The battle raged for years. Michael knew not how many. They did not tire. They did not relent.

Then, without warning, blinding light pierced through the swirling smoke that surrounded the cage. An angel. Castiel, the angel Michael smote on the battlefield before he was cast down. And how could he yet live? There was too much power around him for his status, too. His wings snapped, and Michael and Lucifer were thrown apart, each pinned to the bars of the cage.

From his trapped position, Michael watched Castiel wrap a limb around the wretched remains of Sam Winchester’s body. He lifted it quickly, and as he did so, the force holding Michael back began to weaken. He was not so strong as he first appeared. As Sam Winchester’s body rose from the cage, the dim, frayed lump of his soul fell through a hole in his abdomen.

Castiel and the body left.

Though the force holding them disappeared then, Lucifer did not charge him, and Michael did not move to pursue. Lucifer turned to the naked soul writhing on the floor.

In short order, Sam Winchester’s screams began anew.

To that sound, now years after entering the cage, Michael finally realized where Adam Milligan’s soul had burrowed in: it was the place where he received revelation, where the Heavenly Host had once been. He could not hear them anymore. His brothers and sisters, silent. All he had in their place was the warm glow of a single human soul, Adam.

Michael observed it. Adam was still and silent, a timid animal with nowhere to run. Despite his fear, the soul was intact, no fraying edges like the unfortunate Sam Winchester.

 You were not damaged in the battle, Michael observed.

The soul flinched. Adam, deep within him, replied, No.

 That means Lucifer cannot harm you in that place.

The soul unfurled by degrees. Adam wondered, Can I stay here?

As his soul expanded, Michael realized how small it had seemed in that gaping chasm for revelation. A human soul could never hope to fill such a space entirely, but the more Adam spread out, the more space he filled. The emptiness abated. He replied, You will stay there. Then, as the din of Sam Winchester’s torture filled the cage, he added, And you will pray to me.

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[firecurls-27]

I have this episode idea for tcs to do with the hellish trio, and Michael Morningstar.

It takes place after “the devil & ms chalice” after the devil’s been defeated. King dice comes down to headquarters and cruses through the halls towards the devil’s bedroom to see his bed, his paintings, and his other possessions out in the hallway. Henchman and the other imps were ordered to remove the devil’s sacred items away from him while he trashed his now empty room to clear off some steam.

Henchman explains that he’s never seen the devil THIS mad in centuries. King Dice asks what they could do to help him out, and henchman says there was only ONE thing that calmed down the devil when he was a kid: a very beautiful compass that could map the stars. When Lucifer was a child, he’d play with it for hours on end. After the fall, the angel’s “ confiscated” the compass all the way up in heaven. King dice suggests they go up and find it, and henchman agrees, knowing he could get in BIG trouble for this… he asks stickler and the other imps to keep an eye on the boss’s while he and king were gone.

They go to the elevator, but the farther up it goes, the more it changes. Into a “heavenvator”. They arrive at the pearly gates and sneak inside. They get disguises and do their best to sneak into the heaven headquarters. They get inside, look for the compass, to find out it’s gone, and see a note. “I’m sorry for stealing, but I need to borrow this -M.M.” Henchman freaks out because there’s only ONE Angel he knows of that has the initials “M.M.”

They sneak to the building of the archangels during the night so they won’t be spotted. They go pass multiple rooms, but eventually get to the door labeled “Michael”

They go inside and the room is HUGE. Walks Covered in swords and shields, tapestries on the ceiling, a bed covered in messy, golden sheets, and a large desk, where the archangel sits, holding something.

Henchman suggests that he grabs the compass, and king dice stands by the door for lookout. Henchman manages to sneak to the cabinet, dodging everything that could distract the man at the desk, lost in his own thoughts. He sighs of relief until he cracks a tile.

Michael gets up, charges to the purple demon, and shouts “why are you back here?!” While holding a dagger not far from his neck. “Now hold on there!” King dice says, slowly pushing the dagger away. “No need for all that! We just came to get somethin for a friend of ours, sorry for the intrusion, handsome~” he says, flattery in his voice.

Michael hesitates but says “…no one’s ever called me ‘handsome’ before.” He says shyly.

King exchanges compliments to the Angel, explaining the situation down in hell. Michael understands, goes back to his desk, and returns with a gold and blue plated circular chest.

He leads them to the gates and before they leave, he says“Give this to Lucifer and…..take care of him, alright? He has some good friends.”

It cuts to the devil in the underworld, having a nightmare about the 3 cups who wreaked his whole image, He bolts up angrily till he hears a knock at his door.

“Duh, heya boss! We gotcha a lil somethin!” The purple demon hands him the chest. The devil is appalled at first, wondering how they got it, then opens the chest.

Out from the chest pops out millions of glowing stars, constellations and planets farther than the average mortal can imagine.

The devil’s face goes from anger to pure euphoria, as he giggles with excitement.

“Thank you, henchman. Aaaand, king dice too, I suppose..”

Roll credits.

(Bonus doodles)

[stubz]

just remembered a writing prompt where you can only summon angels, a powerful skill but is deemed useless as most angels are hesitant when it comes to violence. But unfortunately for your enemies they've forgotten that your abilities extend to fallen angels as well

and I just remembered that I watched Hazbin Hotel...

so what if when trying to summon Michael you make a lil' mistake in the sigil (or whatever) and summon this lil' goofy duck man who claims to be Lucifer Morningstar ruler of hell?

And then this lil' guy has to deal with the people who were just about to murder you

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I'm kind of... back

[daught3rsofcain]

Great strength lives within those who look up to God and Michael

[shannara810]

For @midamappreciationweek

Okay, it's hilarious 😁 Doing these short stories is helping my writer block a lot!