This is my first story and English isn´t my first language, so please be nice to me. Reviews are very welcome.
Michael
Angels don´t dream, but sometimes in the few quiet moments of his existence, Michael lets his spirit float and God is right in front of him. „Michael", he says, not in the cold matter-of-fact voice in which the orders arrive, but in a tone so soft and warm, it engulfs Michael and finally brings him his long sought peace.
"Father", Michael replies, as respectful as possible, a soldier talking to a superior, not a son to a father. "You looked after your siblings like I told you" It is spoken as a fact not as a question, maybe it is even a compliment, but angels don´t dream and even if they should do they don´t allow themselves to go to far, so probably it is not a compliment.
"I did, father", Michael replies, a soldier giving a report. "I apologize for Lucifer, for the ones who followed him, the ones I should have saved" "Don´t apologize" The voice is so warm, so kind, Michael wants to listen to it for all of eternity. But angels don´t wish and angels are not selfish. "You did what you could. You always followed my orders. You threw Lucifer down, when I told you to do so. You did the right thing, Michael"
"I did?", Michael whispers, before he reminds himself, that angels are soldiers and angels don´t question God. "I apologize, father, I meant to say, yes, I did" The voice, oh, the voice, how he loves it, how selfishly he loves this kind voice. "You did well, Michael", his superior, no, his father, says. "I am proud of you, son, I really am"
And at this point Michael forces himself to snap out of his thoughts and focus on his latest orders, because angels don´t dream and angels don´t wish. Angels are soldiers and don´t expect anything from God in return for their services, he reminds himself again and again and splashes water into the face of his vessel. Angels don´t dream, least of all Michael, eldest of the archangels and leader of the heavenly host, responsible for all his brothers.
Angels don´t rebel, but Lucifer's rebellion is all he can ever thinks about.
Angels don´t live for their own entertainment, but that is exactly what Gabriel does.
Angels don´t question God, but he has lost count of all the angels that do.
So why, Michael thinks, as he receives his next order, in this cold hard voice, that never gives him a "I am proud of you" or even just a simple "You did well", as his vessel begins to shake so badly, he really considers leaving it, why is he not allowed to dream for just one moment longer?