Lore II - A Disrupted Balance

Armageddon: What Is This AU?

The Armageddon AU is an apocalyptic alternate timeline of Obey Me in which the exchange program was never created. This page is dedicated to all the juicy details of this AU that people (mostly me) cook up in our free time. Any and all contributions, whether it be headcanons, further lore development, speculation, art, or fanfiction, are wholeheartedly welcomed.

Be aware that this AU, by nature, is extremely dark and contains disturbing subject matter that may not be suitable to everyone. No punches are pulled here; this is an apocalypse.

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To keep away from one intimidating essay, the main timeline is split up over a series of Lore Posts:

Lore I - The Beginnings of Destruction

Lore II - A Disrupted Balance

Lore III - A Scorched Celestial Realm

Lore IV - Hell Frozen Over

Lore V - Power-Sick

Lore VI - The Move to the Human World

Epilogue:

Lore VII - The Rise of Rebellion

Lore VIII - Within the Wreckage

Lore IX - Rebuilding the World

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There are also Character Files, which detail the roles of specific Obey Me characters in this AU:

Character File: Simeon

Character File: Luke

Character File: Satan

Character File: Michael

Character File: Raphael

Character File: Diavolo

Regarding MC

Character File: Mephistopheles

Character File: Solomon

Character File: Thirteen

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Other info:

How to Contribute to the AU

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You know, I really wonder how Beelzebub is going to manage in this AU. Like, he’s going to be constantly starving, and we all know how violent he gets when he’s too hungry.

Character Files?

I’m considering putting additions on this blog called Character Files, where each post goes in depth about a specific character’s role in this AU. But at the same time I want to give others room to contribute, so I’m not sure yet.

Hey guys check out this short fic based on the Armageddon AU!

From The Cradle to the Grave

"Screamin' fuck life, and I'll break ya spinal structure!" Chain$aw by Scarlxrd

Fandom(s) — Obey Me! Shall We Date? (AU)

Character(s) — Diavolo

Warning(s) — Gore

Ex. Notes: I twisted @obeymearmageddonau to whereas Diavolo was punished for attacking his father. I may add onto this but for now Diavolo is stuck on an island only having barley on it.

This is very short but I was bored and had to do SOMETHING while in church zoom.

OUTTANOVA © 2022

Pressing "Keep Reading," may result in showing triggering wordplay, mature audiences are most recommended for the following entertainment.

Diavolo has been running in an almost endless field of barley for what one could assume was hours, only getting himself more lost in the barren land as he tried to speed up to atleast get out of this endless orange horizon.

He was at this moment, sweating blood, heart beating at a violently fast rate as he practically dragged himself to get out of this pasture. At this point, he almost forgot why he was running—running for his dear life while at the sametime exhausting his energy.

His legs almost completely gave out and into a locking positon, before he finally reached the edge of the island he was on. It would be a long time until he saw something instead of the plentiful grains that occupied this land.

Character File: Raphael

Raphael acts as the current general of the Celestial Legions, and spokesperson for Michael. He retains relatively good vision- albeit rather blurry- but at the cost of constant burning pain in his eyes caused by large red marks from corneal burns.

As Michael has become a recluse who only speaks to Raphael, Raphael has to serve as a middleman conveying Michael’s instructions to the other angels. He has also taken up the position as leader of the legions in his superior’s stead, taking charge and giving orders of his own when instructions from Michael are not available. Raphael is the only angel with the ability to pass through Michael’s magic barrier into his hideaway, and visits Michael every night he can and stays for hours. What they do or talk about is a secret to all other angels, and if any angel asks anything about how Michael is doing, they will get a brutal punishment from a very angry Raphael.

Raphael tries his best to honor Michael’s wishes and always keep “What would Michael do?” in the back of his mind, but due to his own nature is a far more militant and harsh leader. It is commonly said that Raphael is feared more by his own soldiers than by the enemy. The combination of Raphael’s chronic eye pain, Michael’s current condition, the war itself and Raphael’s new responsibilities as Michael’s stand-in has resulted in Raphael becoming far more high-strung and vicious than usual due to the sheer stress. For all intents and purposes, he’s completely lost his mind.

Raphael has also begun to doubt Father due to what he did to Michael, but suppresses these thoughts out of shame. This leads him to further double down on his strictness with Celestial Realm rules in an attempt to prove to himself that he’s still a good angel. Any behavior that can even vaguely be construed as impure, unholy, sinful, or out-of-line will receive extremely harsh punishment. He’ll take any and every excuse to take out his newfound insecurities on others, going out of his way to find new reasons to brandish his spear. Actions that might be completely overlooked and forgiven one day may suddenly warrant being tied up and tossed to a hungry pack of demons the next, the hypocrisy of which going to show that Raphael is just looking for excuses to indulge in a self-righteous power fantasy to escape his reality.

In order to cope, Raphael has also convinced himself himself that, once the demons are defeated, the Celestial Realm will be restored to normal, even though in reality it is far beyond any reasonable hope of repair. He insists that if the angels fight hard enough, they can earn their eyesight back as well, and when they win there will be no reason to keep Michael in his current form so he will be returned to normal as well. He spends most of his free time pacing in circles around his quarters speaking prayers. Everyone with a sense of self preservation knows not to bother him when he’s doing this. 

I can imagine Raphael having one hell of a redemption arc. He’s clearly a tyrant with a whole bunch of screws loose, but perhaps someone can get through to him. Perhaps someone can help him see that he needs to confront his doubts and true feelings if he wants to save Michael. After he comes to terms with the reality of the situation and accepts how he truly feels, once he realizes that things don’t have to be this way, he could end up playing a crucial role in taking down Father- he is a hitman, after all. His closeness with Father and his skills in assassination could be Father’s downfall. Not to mention how angry he’ll be at Father for deluding him for so long and putting Michael in such a state.

Lore VIII - Within the Wreckage

<-------(Lore VII)-------«

After a long, tireless fight from the Equinox Coalition, both Father and the Demon King were overthrown. The six fallen angels fought alongside their angel comrades once more to bring Father down, and in turn for their liberation the angels fought alongside the demons to bring down the Demon King. All major Coalition members survived, but their struggles weren’t over. Many questions still remained.

What would become of the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, which the two felled leaders had left ravaged in their wake? Where would the angels and demons go, if not to their homes? Who would command the angels in Father’s place, and the demons in the Demon King’s? How would each of the three realms be restored?

Most importantly, how could they even begin to recover from the horrific events that had nearly destroyed their world?

After the common enemy was taken out, the Coalition members began to argue amongst themselves. They stopped repressing their deep concerns and proclaimed themselves boldly in two categories: the Cohabitionalists, and the Reformists.

Many angels and demons missed their homelands, and wished to see them restored to their former glory. Many found the idea of coexisting among the other races to be humiliating and damaging to their culture. Many humans agreed with them, opposing the idea of housing angels and demons on their land. This group of angels, humans, and demons became known as the Reformists. They believed in reforming the Celestial Realm and the Devildom under new and more progressive leaders.

Demons who are a part of the Reformist school of thought usually nominate Lord Diavolo as their desired leader, while with angels it’s far more complicated. Many believed Michael to be the rightful ruler of a reformed Celestial Realm, but Michael has stepped away from nearly all of his responsibilities and showed no intention to regain leadership. In the fallout of the Armageddon, Michael no longer had the mental stability to lead, and readily admits and asserts this. Raphael is the logical second choice, but most angels strongly oppose his candidacy due to the oppressive and tyrannical tendencies he expressed as a military general in the war, as well as his poor track record even before the war. Simeon is a relatively well-liked option, though Simeon is expressedly a Cohabitationalist and many critics point out that Simeon is a rather low-ranking angel to be given this duty even if he wanted it.

A large number of humans supported the Reformist movement. They argued that the humans were having a hard enough time supporting themselves in the wreckage of their home, and that the angels and demons would simply be a further drain on their scarce resources. Additionally, many were still angry at the angels and demons for the destruction they had wrought upon the Human World in their time in the Celestial Legions and Devildom military, and felt no sympathy for these displaced peoples.

In opposition to the Reformist movement, many of those who had faced the worst the Celestial Realm and the Devildom had to offer argued that trying to restore those two realms was far too dangerous to be worth it. This view was corroborated by Solomon, who asserted that his knowledge of magic led him to believe these two realms were both too far gone. Those of this belief became known as the Cohabitionalists. They believed in the cohabitation of humans, angels, and demons in a rebuilt Human World.

Cohabitionalists often point out that the different species have more or less been sharing the Human World for quite a while already, as most angels and demons have immigrated to the Human World to escape the conditions of their own realms. The Royal Alliance of Diavolo is often pointed to as evidence that a society of all three species can and does work. They are also skeptical of the practicality of restoring the other two realms, believing that the reformists’ ideas are too unrealistic and that attempting to return to the two realms holds more risk than reward.

Just as a large number of humans opposed housing the demons and angels, a large number also embraced it. Many humans viewed the angels and demons as their honorary brethren after fighting so long and hard by their side. They had a certain sense of solidarity from the Equinox Coalition, and were more than ready to allow the surviving angels and demons to live with them in the Human World. A lot of help would be needed to rebuild it, after all. Many were willing to host the angels and demons as long as they helped with the effort to reverse the damage they had done.

During the war, the Reformists and Cohabitionalists hardly argued. Regardless of their belief, everyone was in it together, and everyone had the common goal of taking down Father and the Demon King. However, after the war ended and their common goal was achieved, the Equinox Coalition quickly split at the question of: “what now?”

The discourse between these two groups became very nasty very quickly. It quite literally pitted brother against brother, and every influential leader had something different to say. Simeon and Raphael became aggressive rivals during this period, with Simeon being a strong cohabitionalist and Raphael being a diehard Reformist. Most angels flocked to either Simeon or Raphael, essentially splitting the angels into two parties. Due to the differing ideas, an exhausted and broken Michael’s refusal to get involved, and Father’s absence, the infighting between the angels got out of hand and occasionally violent.

The demons, while less split than the angels due to all acknowledging Diavolo as their rightful leader, were also quite divided. Though Diavolo himself was expressedly a Cohabitionalist, many Reformists from the former demon nobility- such as Mephistopheles- touted him as a new Devildom ruler. The Seven Rulers of Hell couldn’t decide amongst themselves what they wanted- some were Reformists, and some were Cohabitionalists. Even the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor, were split apart by this debate. Belphegor was a passionate Reformist who vehemently opposed living with humans, while Beelzebub didn’t want to put anyone through the unforgiving wrath of the two broken realms ever again.

The times directly after the war were extremely uncertain times for all three races. It would eventually become known as “The Era of Uncertainty”.

»-------(Lore IX)------->

An Unexpected Visit

(Takes place between Lore VI and Lore VII. Major characters: Solomon and Thirteen. ~1200 words)

MICHAEL

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It had been one hundred and eight days exactly since Solomon had sent his first mildly-panicked message to Michael. Exactly one hundred and eight days that Michael had ignored him. No, not ignored him. The messages didn’t show up as “read” like they had with Raphael. It had been at least one hundred and eight days of Michael not checking his messages.

No one else was responding to messages anymore, either. Solomon had tried reaching out to Simeon and Raphael again, only to be met with silence. He’d tried contacting Asmodeus, who he’d been sure would have called him immediately to explain everything, eager to talk to him again... only to be met with silence. Day in and day out, Solomon had been surrounded with silence.

Today was no exception. Once again, Solomon got no response.

Solomon sat at his desk, his drooping, tired head held up only by the hand obscuring half his face.

What is going on?

The words rattled in his head like an obsessive chant, holding him together just as much as they were destroying him. It was all he could think about anymore. It was shattering his brain and holding it together with weak glue.

It had started out with the power of the realms. Solomon had detected major disturbances in the power balance, disturbances that continued to fluctuate over the days. One day, it was the Devildom being more powerful than the Celestial Realm and throwing off the balance; the next day, it would be the Celestial Realm. At that point, Solomon had been worried, but not concerned.

He got concerned when the power jumped a tenfold. Then twenty-fold. Soon, thirty-fold. Before long, Solomon had to ask whether it was possible for either realm to sustain these power levels safely, even if they were in balance with each other.

The answer was no.

Every bit of research Solomon had done pointed to the obvious. The power levels he observed were not safe nor sustainable. Either his power estimates were innacurate- and his magical intuition had never been wrong in his two-thousand-year life- or something was very, very wrong.

Books littered the floor, pages dog-eared and spines cracked from books held open by the floor. Papers were strewn everywhere, a vast sea of white and aged beige leaving hardly a crack of wooden tile left. Sections of floor that were exposed bore large footprints, worn into the wood by countless hours of pacing.

None of it had gotten him anywhere. Well, nowhere useful. All of it gave him more and more reason to be concerned.

The sorcerer dug his nails into his face.

What now?

Crash.

The sound of shattering glass rang through the air.

Solomon froze up, considering the possibilities. Was it an aggressor? Was it some angel or demon, finally ready to give answers? Or some human looter taking advantage of the chaos?

It wasn’t long before a familiar voice rang through the hall.

“Solomon!” It was Thirteen. And she sounded none too happy.

Despite her angry tone, the sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief. If Thirteen was here for another game on his soul, perhaps he could get some sense of normalcy, even for a second. Maybe seeing Thirteen’s indignant pout of defeat could cheer him up, even just slightly.

“I’m in here.” He called out, standing up from his desk, pushing out his chair and turning to face the door.

Fast, light footsteps pattered down the hall, followed by the whoosh of sliding paper.

“Wha- AAAH!”

Thunk.

The reaper was sprawled out on her stomach on the floor, having slid on Solomon’s carpet of research papers. The wind was knocked out of her for a moment before she vigorously pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, and then to her feet.

“Hey!” She yelled, lunging herself forward a few steps in his direction. “What was that about?! Setting traps is my-” She paused, her green, lizardlike eyes widening as her head tilted slightly to the side. “You don’t look so good.”

She wasn’t wrong. The sorcerer’s eyes were sunken and weary, drooping into dark circles from countless sleepless nights. He’d lost weight- he’d forgotten to eat a fair few times while studying. The absolute mess that was his workspace certainly didn’t help.

“I guess not.” Solomon said with a frown, stepping away from his desk.

“Uh, anyway...” Thirteen said with an awkward blink, before her tone hardened once more. “I came here to ask you what the hell is going on.”

“If this is about what I think it’s about, I wish I knew.” The sorcerer said soberly, casting his eyes across the books and papers scattered around the room.

“All my candles are burning super fast now.” Thirteen said. “It’s insane. Usually they burn at a steady pace, but now I have candles that were nearly full the other day rapidly burning below halfway! The death rates have been ridiculous! Do you understand how hard it is to be a reaper, even when conditions are normal? Trying to keep up with all of this is so aggravating! What’s going on?! Is this some prank?!”

For a moment, Solomon just looked at her with wide eyes. Then, with a soft sigh, he lowered his head into his hand. The only thing the wise sorcerer could utter was, “Fuck.”

“What the hell kind of answer is that?! Tell me what’s going on, now!” Thirteen stepped toward him.

Solomon shook his head grimly, taking a step back and looking back up at Thirteen. “Something is seriously wrong with the power balance between the realms, and both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom appear to be launching attacks on the Human World.” He explained.

“Okay, the attacks explain the deaths. But what about the candles burning so weirdly? Usually, I’d know far in advance if something like this was going to happen!”

“Magic is woven so deeply into the three realms that any disruption of it can prove dangerous. With the magic of two of the three realms severely skewed, it’s likely they’re suffering immense consequences. With how high the Celestial Realm and the Devildom’s power are right now, I’m surprised either realm is even habitable; no being should be able to withstand that much power asides from God and the Demon King themselves. This power boost only started a few months ago and very likely wasn’t meant to happen, so it has severely interrupted the lifespans of angels and demons alike.”

Thirteen’s eyes widened.

“Now that I think about it, it was getting quite cold in my cave. I couldn’t help but feel something was off” She frowned. “I guess my cave was somewhat sheltered, and I hadn’t left it at all the past few months until I teleported to the human world to come get you.”

“I have to say, I’m flattered you came to me first.” Solomon said with a smile that immediately earned him a nasty glare from Thirteen.

“It’s not like that!” She protested. She took a deep breath and composed herself, “It’s just… you’re the most powerful sorcerer around, right? I figured that if this wasn’t just some prank by you to make my job harder, then you’d at the very least be knowledgeable enough to help.”

“Unfortunately, you may be disappointed.” Solomon replied with a bitter smile. “I’ve been researching this every since the first signs, and I haven’t made much progress. Everything I’ve read points to bad signs, and it doesn’t help that I can’t get any information out of anyone.”

Thirteen scoffed. “Well, you’d better find something soon, sorcerer.”

“Say, Thirteen...” Solomon cracked a smile. “How would you like to work together on this?”

Thirteen’s eyes widened, and for a long moment, she was silent. Eventually, she let out a soft sigh and stepped toward him.

“Fine.”

A Grim Excursion

(Takes place after Lore VII. Major characters: Raphael, Luke, and Solomon. ~1500 words)

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Caked earth crumbled beneath the feet of the three travelers, the soft cracking and crunching filling the silence of the dead air. Solomon put a hand above his eyes to shield them from the light as he gazed out to the horizon. There wasn't much to see. For miles across rolling hills, the earth was dried to a pale beige, covered in cracks and fissures. Heaps of ash and blackened stumps were all that remained of the tranquil forests, and the robin blue sky was now tinted a harsh, ominous yellow. "I hope Michael and Simeon are okay..." Luke uttered. The young child was clearly unsettled, his eyes seeming glued open wide. It was no doubt uncomfortable for the angel to see what had become of the Celestial Realm. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to bring a child along, but Luke was the only one with a powerful enough protective blessing to shield Solomon and Raphael from the blinding, burning light. The adult angel glanced back at Luke for a second, his dark blue eyes settling on the troubled boy. However, he didn't say anything. And he never slowed his pace. Raphael was silent, and facing forward again before long. "I'm sure they're fine." Solomon offered with a smile. "The Coalition has grown quite powerful. I'm sure they're being taken care of well." "But half the Coalition is demons." Luke pointed out, squirming and shuddering a bit at the thought. "I imagine Lucifer isn't letting them get too out of hand." Raphael stated, glancing back slightly without turning his head. Luke begrudgingly accepted this, and the three continued their trek. While the rest of the Equinox Coalition was making their plans in the Human World, Solomon, Luke and Raphael were on a mission in the Celestial Realm. Their goal? To find the Ring of Light. "According to my research, the Ring of Light might be worth a try." Solomon had said in a meeting with the other Coalition leaders. "Or, it would be." He frowned. "Unfortunately, as many of you know," the sorcerer glanced to Lucifer, "the Ring of Light was lost in the Great Celestial War." "Actually, it wasn't." Michael stepped forth from the corner of the bunker, the flame of his wings illuminating the roundtable as he grew closer. Most of the members instinctively flinched back as he did so, a fact that Michael elected not to comment on. "What do you mean, it wasn't?" Solomon asked. "Oh, right." Simeon spoke with a smile. "Michael, you have the Ring of Light, don't you?" "I do." Michael nodded as he took a step back. "Unfortunately, I left it in the Celestial Realm when I moved to the Human World for the war. It should be in my quarters in the Celestial Palace." The room's skeptical hope dissipated as Michael spoke, and each member looked to one another. A long moment of silence fell over the room. "Just how destroyed is the Celestial Realm, exactly?" Lucifer spoke up, looking at Michael. "If it's anything comparable to the Devildom, it probably isn't worth it." Satan remarked with a sigh. Lucifer shot Satan a harsh look, seeming to lean ever so slightly in towards Lord Diavolo. Lord Diavolo, like Michael, had distanced himself from the table, and he had spent most of the meeting in silent yet clearly visible discomfort from his worsening power-sickness. If Solomon's theory that the magic-neutralizing and magic-managing powers of the Ring of Light could treat power-sickness, Diavolo needed it, and quick. "Simeon..." Michael started. "Yes?" Simeon spoke, a nervous frown present on his scarred face as he turned to face Michael. "How is Luke doing?" A sigh of relief echoed through the room. "Michael, is this really the time to be asking about that?" Simeon asked, earning a subtle nod of agreement from Lucifer. "Last I checked, Luke was nearly untouched by the effects of the light." Michael pointed out. Simeon frowned deeply, his charred wings beginning to lift. "If you think I'll be alright with you sending Luke back up there alone, you are very mistaken." "No, no, let him continue." Raphael spoke, exchanging a glance with Michael. "The reason Luke was able to survive relatively unscathed was because of his nearly unprecedented protective abilities. This protection can be shared with others through blessings." Michael explained. "So, if Luke can shield others from the effects of the light using his blessing, we can potentially send a small team up to the Celestial Realm to procure the ring." Tension seemed to ease from the room as the members looked amongst each other. One question was clearly in everyone's minds: who would this team be? "We should likely keep the team as small as possible, to avoid putting too much strain on Luke." Simeon spoke, earning several nods of agreement. "I believe it goes without saying that Solomon would go, as it was his idea." Michael said. "In that case, at least one high-ranking angel should accompany him, as it is the Celestial Realm. Simeon and I need to stay here to manage and protect the Coalition, so Raphael, would you?" The gray-haired angel nodded. "Of course." And that was how the three ended up on a long journey through the Celestial Realm. Unfortunately, locating the Celestial Palace was proving difficult. The strong light created a sort of white fog that made it extremely difficult to see. With how barren their surroundings were, Luke was beginning to question whether the Celestial Palace was even still standing. Though, of course, he didn't dare say it out loud. Solomon put his hand up as a visor once more and peered into the distance. Finally, he saw the silhouette of a building. It wasn't the Celestial Palace; it wasn't tall enough, and it wasn't in the shape of the palace's spires. But it was something. It could serve as a useful landmark. "There's a building up ahead." Solomon informed the others. "Let's pick up the pace." Raphael responded, much to the short-legged Luke's chagrin. The group covered the ground rather quickly, and found themselves on the cobbled path of a small town. The buildings seemed, surprisingly, in good condition, albeit neglected. Any buildings made of wood had burned away with little trace, leaving only the fire-resistant buildings standing in opposition to the unforgiving realm. "Oh, I think I know where we are." Raphael spoke. "If we go north of here, we should be at the Celestial Palace within twenty minutes." A sigh of relief came in response. "You sound tired, Luke. Do you need me to carry you the rest of the way?" Solomon asked with a teasing smile. "Wha- no I don't! I'll be fine." "Alright," Solomon said skeptically. The light mood was quickly shattered by the sound of shifting rubble. Luke jumped back, and the two adults quickly turned their gaze to their left in the direction of the sound. "What was that?!" Luke asked. Solomon and Raphael looked to each other, nodded, and approached the sound. Solomon was the first to see. A stone roof lay across the ground, split off into pieces. It must have fallen after the wooden walls holding it up burned down. Under a rather large piece, an angel was pinned down. They were stuck from their waist down, laid across another piece of roof. They looked... barely alive. Their feathers had been scorched until only the bare skin of their wings remained, and their body was covered in burns. Whether the burns were from the oppressive heat alone or whatever fire burned the house down was uncertain. But, miraculously, they were breathing. They were breathing. Solomon could see their chest rising and falling. "They're alive!" Solomon exclaimed, voice full of wonder and surprise as he reached and pulled them out from under the rubble. He frowned deeply as the sound of ripping skin filled the air, and a muffled moan rung out. Solomon's eyes widened and he offered a weak, "sorry." As Solomon had dragged the angel out, this brought the body into the view of Luke, who was approaching after Solomon's exclamation. The boy gasped in horror as he laid his eyes on them. "Are they going to be okay?!" He demanded. They weren't. Solomon could tell when he brought the angel down and got a good look at their face. The flesh across the entire face seemed melted. Not just burnt; melted. It was nearly impossible to make out any features. Not because they didn't exist anymore, like with Michael, but because they were so swollen and distorted and fused together. This angel must have been trapped there, forced to stare up at the sun, for who knows how long. And considering they weren't able to escape to the Human World, they were likely a low-ranking angel. The low-ranking angels got it the worst. Raphael walked towards the body and knelt down. Without a word, he held onto their hand. Given how burnt it was, Solomon half expected the skin to slough off, but it didn't. There was hardly time to. Within an instant, the entire body was turned to a bright white silhouette, then vanished. Only ash was left in its place. Luke gasped. "Raphael, why did you do that?!" He screamed. Raphael still said nothing, only standing back up with a solemn look on his face. "RAPHAEL!" Luke yelled. Raphael still didn't acknowledge Luke, only turning to Solomon to say "let's keep goi-" "NO, Raphael! What did you do?! How could you just... WHY?! You just murd-" "Quiet!" Raphael snarled, face twisting into a vicious grimace as he clenched his shaking fists at his sides. Luke's eyes widened as he stumbled back. Raphael took a deep breath and once again told Solomon, "Let's keep going." The rest of the expedition was dead silent.

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Character File: Michael

Despite having not made an official appearance in canon yet, Michael has quite the role in this AU. I dare say his story in this AU is one of the most disturbing and tragic.

Michael suffers from power sickness, but his struggles don’t end there.

Michael is the most powerful Archangel and leader of the Celestial Realm’s legions, making him Father’s most powerful weapon of war. However, as we have seen thus far, the Celestial Realm isn’t satisfied with the power it has and is seeking more. As such, Michael wasn’t enough. He needed to be improved. Upgraded.

In his attempts to turn Michael into the perfect supersoldier, Father created an abomination. Michael’s form was warped into what could be compared to the most terrifying of the biblical angels. Two golden rings of eyes circled around his head, replacing the now nonexistent eyes on his completely smoothed-over face. More eyes peered out from between the feathers of his four wings, wings that were now permanently set ablaze. Smaller golden rings of eyes encircled his hands and ankles like shackles, and he has four arms instead of two. There are also disembodied eyes floating all around him, which he can move at will, using them almost like camera drones. Despite his mouth being smoothed over with skin like the rest of his face, Michael can still somehow speak, in an echoey and ethereal voice that brings chills to those who listen, a feeling that they are hearing something they shouldn’t. But no, Michael can’t eat, which as you could imagine is absolutely devastating to someone like him.

Despite his shocking appearance, Michael’s mind has remained unaltered. He is still the same person, the person who doesn’t want to fight Lucifer and his brothers. He is ashamed of what has become of him, and isolates himself from the other angels whenever he can. He is only really seen when he’s fighting in battle, and even then it’s hard to get a good look at him. He flies high in the air, keeping a distance from his fellow angels who cannot fly high anymore due to their scorched wings. He never speaks to his fellow angels anymore, having Raphael give orders in his stead as Michael himself focuses solely on fighting the opponent. When not in battle, he hides himself away in a dug-out cave underneath the camp. As the only person granted access to Michael’s hideaway, Raphael is the only soul that has heard him speak in a long time.

Due to being able to see (really well, given all the eyes he has) and the unimaginable level of power he has been imbued with, Michael is a very important soldier in the war and does fight on the front line. However, he only does so out of necessity, because he needs to protect his fellow angels and because he’s afraid of what Father will do if he doesn’t follow his orders. Michael dreads the day he encounters Lucifer in battle, and has grown to doubt Father after all he has done to him.