This is really just a quick oneshot that popped into my head after Legion got my muse on an angel kick. Now he prances around in strap on wings calling himself Mikhail. It's really quite distracting. Anywho, enjoy!
Fandoms: Constantine/Legion Crossover
Characters: Michael, John Constantine
Rating: K, K+
Disclaimer: Belongs to respective owners.
Summary: Looking back, John knows he should have expected it.
Enough
Looking back, John knows he should have expected it.
Really, as cynical as he is, having seen what he has, how could he miss it?
A benevolent God, tender caring angels, humanity teetering on the precarious edge of a carefully maintained Balance; it could only last so long.
But he'd been floating on the high of a second chance, observing the world through the rose-colored glasses of one no longer damned to the fires. He'd looked past the foreboding hints, foolishly ignored the blatant signs heralding a total shift in the Balance.
It just figures he'd be forgiven just before all of humanity was selected for extermination.
And now it's all gone to shit.
He glances over at the man, no, the seraph, standing ready and unafraid at his side, and finds the despair slipping away. His muscles relax marginally, and he hefts his dragon's breath shotgun.
He's lost track of how long they've been fighting, but it doesn't really matter. Not anymore.
God may not be on his side any more, but Michael is.
And for now, that's enough.