He had heard of the so-called Supreme from the Warlocks; some high words, some complained that a man should be the Supreme. Some thought a man's place was on the thrown. Some thought it didn't matter, as long as you passed the test. But Michael thought if he earned it, it would be his. At least that was until he met her.
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He thought all his superiors were imbeciles. Ariel was too commanding, too in charge, too high and mighty; even if he was chancellor. John Henry could die for all he cared; the man didn't seem to care for him anyhow. Behold needed to shut the fuck up, and sit the fuck down; he talked too much and didn't listen enough. And Baldwin was a waste of air; no further explanation needed.
They were all nice at first, sure, but as time slowly passed, they all held high exceptions that's Michael didn't want to uphold for them.
The only person he cared for was Miss Mead, and she was the only person he was going to do anything for, whether that was to fulfill her wishes or die trying. He thought that would never change. He thought he wasn't made to love, but to only hate. It was the only true feeling he knew besides anger and rage.
He thought he was hiding true himself well from the warlocks. He hid his evil side, his dark powers, and his anger well. That was beside John Henry. Somehow he could see through his boyish demeanor that he tried to wear as his true face.
With all this, Michael was slightly nervous about meeting the Supreme. He had heard of Cordelia having the sight, which made him worry that she would see who he was, who his father was.
After the tests he was given from his teachers, he knew it would be a matter of just a day before Cordelia would show up. He was both nervous and excited about this.