13 months ago

Eyes stared taking in the scene before him and from the silence he whispered "And I look upon my dominion and weep as I realise there are no more worlds to conquer."

Michael sighed heavily. He was in one of his moods again. Ever since 'the fight' with his brother he was feeling hollow, bored, restless and unchallenged. As the first and strongest archangel he would deny he ever had feelings never name anything resembling human emotions, but here he was gazing out across a desolate world, a world he had less created but more fashioned by his own actions. A world that was empty and cold and as far from being heavenly or utopian as it could be.

It was here at the entrance to his 'fortress' that reality began to sink in. As he gazed out across his empty earth – the earth his actions created – did he realise the only thing worse than never getting what you wanted was getting what you wanted.

The irony was not lost on him. For many a millennial he had waited. The dutiful son, waiting for the prophecy to come to pass. His father had been gone for thousands of years but his word was clear. The day would come and his brother – Lucifer – Morning Star – would be released from his cage and Michael and the armies of heaven would move upon the earth and brother would fight brother and God bequeathed that Michael would take his sword and strike down his brother Lucifer. So it was written and so it will be done.

It hadn't been perfect. After so many years of waiting. Shaping destinies and bringing together the bloodlines it had happened, but not as he had foreseen.

It was always meant to happen through the Winchester/Campbell bloodline. When both Men of Letters and hunter bloodlines would merge and two sons would be born then and only then would the signs herald in the apocalypse. But sadly, Mary Campbell and John Winchester met. They even fell in love as destiny ensured they would, but one 'wrong' decision by Mary Campbell ended the perfect plan.

Mary was meant to say yes. She was meant to take the deal offered to her by Azazel. The deal that would give her back her one true love – her soul mate, John Winchester and all for the exchange of agreeing to allow Azazel to visit her home in 10 years. It should have been so simple. All the planning to ensure everything was in place so that Dean and Sam would be born. But both Heaven and Hell had taken for granted something so small and trivial as Mary's strong moral streak and belief 'that what's dead should stay dead.'

But she had taken the deal and as a result John died that night and as Mary surveyed the scene before her she became cold and closed off and promised to no longer seek out the 'normal life'. Instead she embraced her true calling – the life of a hunter and she took off into the night to kill anything and everything supernatural. It was this mission and drive that lead her to her eventual death just after the great rapture began. Mary Winchester went down swinging in style as the only way a great hunter could do – she fell saving the lives of innocents.

'To hell with Mary Winchester and to hell with prophecy.' Michael smirked as he remembered how Hell had started it. Indeed it was Hell that ran out of patience first. As far as Hell and in particular Lucifer were concerned, the 'great rapture' had to happen irrespective of whether the true vessels had been born. So it was in the dark that Lucifer, Lillith and Azazel plotted. It hadn't been perfect, but after years of waiting Hell found a loop hole which enabled them to draw their battle lines and the world became the battleground for 'the great rapture and the fight'.

It had been bloody and it had been fast. In just over six months, Lucifer had risen, taken a vessel and he had unleashed his demon hordes upon the earth. It had not started with a bang but more with a whimper. Whilst the humans slept (and Heaven lived in denial), Lucifer's plans were put in place and the Four Horsemen – War, Famine, Pestilence and Death were unleashed across the globe. Chaos reigned on earth and it was in this chaos that Heaven decided to intervene.

Still smarting from the failure to adhere to the prophecy, Michael reluctantly took a vessel. It wasn't ideal and it was definitely not his sword, but it would hold him. It would have to hold him. Armed with righteousness and one seriously pissed off attitude Michael took his army into battle and the world burned and humanity and everything worth fighting for burned with it.

It hadn't been perfect but brother met brother on the field at Stull and the great 'fight' ensued and it was over the skies of Aberlene that Lucifer fell and the 'great rapture' ended and all with a flash of light as a huge set of wings burned and fizzled out of existence.

The death of his brother did not to quell the anger within him. As Lucifer fell silence reigned in Heaven, Hell and everywhere in between but still out of the silence there was still no utopia. No return of his father. Instead Michael watched as the smoke and dust settled and it was then and only then did he realise his father had forsaken him. He hadn't been a good son. He must have done something wrong to deserve this.

And so, as his first of what would be quite a few meatsuits began to burn up, Michael grew even colder and madder. This could not be it. There had to be meaning and message. His father must be teaching him a lesson or testing him. He needed to do better. 'Maybe it's not finished?' Maybe I need to cleanse mankind of it's evil?' Armed with these thoughts Michael turned his attention to cleansing what was left of mankind and it was in the cleansing that he realised his true calling. He was meant to lead, to rule, to subjugate the weak humans and he so loved it.

BANG! THUD! Jolted out of his day dream Michael turned to see what the commotion behind him was. Across the hallway, one Kevin Tran – a very annoying human as well as the prophet of the Lord fell off his seat. At first Michael attributed the action to the usual daily occurrence as the rather nervous prophet would often bump into something or knock over something but this seemed different. Instead of jumping up and mumbling over and over how sorry he was for disrupting his Lord and Master – the Great and only ruler of Heaven the human lay still, eyes wide open and in a trance.

At first Michael ignored the human as he lay still on the floor. But it was after a few minutes he sensed that this was in fact a trance. The prophet was having a vision. He was receiving the message from God. This could not be. The apocalypse was over there was nothing left to prophesise so why was the prophet receiving 'the word of God'. His father had forsaken him, unless? Intrigued by this new development, Michael slowly approached the human. He sensed the divine power of God pulsing through the prophet, but the only questions he could think was – 'what message was being received? And why now?' 'At last, my actions on earth have been worthy. Thank you father. Thank you.'

Over the next hour Michael felt powerless. It was a new feeling. For thousands of years he had foreseen most events and had been in control. Though not as good as a prophet of the Lord, Michael also had many gifts including the gift of seeing future and in particular his own future – a very useful skill and one he never ignored. In fact he always was in control. It was on only a few occasions – namely Mary Winchester saying no and Hell starting the apocalypse early – had Michael ever had the feeling of not being in control. But as his prophet lay on the floor obviously receiving an important message, Michael could do nothing more than speculate.

His thoughts took him to many dark areas of his essence. "What's left to do? What is left to conquer? What have I missed? There's only some small and insignificant pockets of rebels scattered across the world, perhaps I need to erase the humans off the face of this planet. The weak hairless apes could not possibly pose a threat to my heaven and my authority? Am I to eradicate and scourge the earth of every last one of my father's favourite creations?"

"Noooooooooo! I don't understand. What am I looking at? Forgive me but I don't understand." Kevin Tran jolted out of his trance and as he began to come back to his plane of existence it was then that he realised his place and bowed his head so he further avoided eye contact with his master, Lord Michael.

"Prophet! What did you see?" On hearing both Michaels words and tone Kevin shrugged himself more awake and out of his and while he was doing this, Michael had moved closer until he was literally hovering 3 – 4 inches from Kevin's face. It was obvious Kevin was not aware of his surrounding but it became clear when he did as he lowered his head and said: "Forgive me my Lo.. Lord, but.." Kevin froze as honestly how could he explain what he had witnessed never name what the consequences would be if he had gotten any of it wrong.

"But what?" Michael belted out as clearly his patience was wearing thin with the prophets' failure to get to the point. " I, hmmm, I I don't know. I can't be sure what I saw or maybe it's what I felt, but I know something big had just happened. I felt a presence. Without being geeky about it – the only way I can describe it is I felt a movement in the force."