大天使米迦勒。
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He noticed her staring before looking at her curiously.

“What’s the matter?”
He throws his blanket over his head and curls up under it, sucking on the orange slice.
“Does it look like I’m dying! Stop assuming I’m a fucking baby!!”

His throat was screamed raw.
“I’m not dying am I?! I meant physically fine! Clearly I’m not mentally fine!”
“And I am fine. But… he warned me my grace wouldn’t generate back. He warned me already”
“It doesn’t matter. Even if you put my grace back in. I still don’t have all of it anymore. That’s what I mean gege. I want to be myself fully again. Even with grace in my body I’m not the same anymore! I feel like me when I was a child!”
He stalks us like a freak. He studies us like zoo animals. But… for once. I am thankful that he does. Do you think… I can act like my old self again? Break no furniture? No more losing my temper without control? Gege I don’t feel so good…”

At this point he was crying.
“When da-ge died, Yichen gege’s heart broke so badly that he was also dying. Do you see why I yelled at him? I can’t watch anything like that happen again. I had to donate my grace to save him and belphegor is the one that did it. So what if… belphegor knows how to make angelic grace?—
“No. I will personally speak with him. He is the only being who can possibly fully fix me. I can’t keep being this way. Even before my memories started doing this, I had already felt my former self slip away when I donated my grace. I don’t think… grace can regenerate….”
But I seriously don’t want to….”
“Never! He’s not my brother!” He pulls the blanket over his head.

Was it because half of his grace is gone? The amnesia? Or was it when he sacrificed his own grace to save Yichen?

He used to be stone cold. Nothing about him was like that anymore.

“I think…. I have to speak to Belphegor.—
“No way! I’m never talking to him again!” He stands up viciously and knocks the chair over before stomping to the bed and collapsing in it, crossing his arms with his back facing Lucifer.

“I’ll just live like this… I don’t care. I don’t. I really really really don’t care.”
up his face as he shouts.

“Why do I have so many memories where I’m not talking to a single person but my heart races and grieves??!!”

Amnesia. It’s the work of severe amnesia. Someone tampered with his memories.
He sits down while trembling and carefully grabs an orange slice to suck on it.

“I’m… talking to no one.”

Flashes of memories play out in his head where he’s talking to— no one. He’s talking to an empty bed.

A wall. An empty table. An empty chair.

“I keep…”

He feels heat rise—
“No! It’s not that! No one gets it!” He shrieks and starts pacing back and forth with a frown.

“It was before the grace extraction! Something is missing! My memories are acting weird!”
“We all do! And he constantly says he’s fine when he’s not!” He slams one of the dishes into the sink, accidentally shattering it and heaves with a gulp.

“Gege… I think something is terribly wrong with me… I have to tell you something important.”
“Yes! It’s what I was made for! Gege it’s just hard being me. I crave battle. Mortals who pray to me nearly faint from my presence alone! Is that so bad!”
“Yeah because they think I’m just some kid who doesn’t know anything! I should have just stayed in war!”
“That’s fine! We can see each other whenever!” He says while aggressively washing the (already clean) dishes.

“You’re the only person who appreciates me anyway!”
The difference between me and that weakling is that I /wont/ get caught. No execution will be happening.”

Briskly he walks into the cottage, head held high.

“I’m hungry.”
He turns swiftly, face stone cold.

Ever since Yu Huang disappeared from his memories, his emotions have been severely acting up. He’s slowly becoming the Michael he was during war.

“Gege. Since that coward ran before I could say this. I’ll say it to you—
Clearly there’s nothing angelic about me!”