For sure he was acting strangely. In the lighthouse lived three men, all very experienced in the trickster ways of the ocean, so how could this have happened? It started one dismal night. It was dark and wet, but the lighthouse never gave up and continued to beam it's light into the night sky as a beacon of hope to incoming ships. The Captain in charge of the other two men had been acting odd for a couple days, a look into his diary left even more unanswered questions rather than resolving the ones the other two men had about their Captain.
"He visited me again today, and he divulged more than I had anticipated. He spoke of an event that was catastrophically dangerous for the Human Race. He also mentioned how nobody would be able to predict the reckoning that would soon be exposed for what it truly is. But not all was as it seemed. His angel white wings were suddenly engulfed in a black fire, altering their colour and seemingly the owners personality too. I glanced up in time to see his mark of purity shattered. His face curled into a sick and twisted smile as he spoke once more. He claimed that it was his duty to take charge of the realm of Heaven. He continued about how the time of God's creation was now over, a great purge was in order for him to start anew. Archangel Michael, what happened to you? Once a symbol of hope even in disastrous situations, now gone, completely erased from existence, now stood before me as a shell of twilight and ill-will."
"God is dead." The Archangel said as he grinned viciously. "Now it's my turn."