The first thing Michael felt as he came out of unconsciousness was cold rain drops falling onto his face and sliding down it slowly under the force of gravity.
Michael coughed to rid his throat of an uncomfortable tickle and sucked in his first breath of fresh air as a human. The first breath he'd had to take for himself in his entire existence.
As he became more aware, Michael opened his eyes and starred at the dark sky above him. The storm clouds were thick and he knew that the rain had probably just started not long before he'd awakened.
After a few seconds of just lying there Michael realized he was in a mud puddle and his jeans were soaked through. The damp feeling was unpleasant and Michael knew he had to find shelter.
He turned over to his side and kneeled before getting up onto his feet.
Michael was sore all over. He had never felt such soreness before. Everything hurt- his back, his legs, his arms. And he was tired, so tired.
As Michael trudged into whatever town he had been left near anger rose in him.
Why was God doing this to him?
Michael could not see how what he'd done was enough to sentence him to being human, even if it was just until he saved whomever he had to save.
It was unfair, cruel. After all he'd done to serve God he got this in return?
Michael found an abandoned house and slipped inside through the front door.
He searched the place high and low for anything to use to clean himself up but found nothing. Everything in the house was cleaned out except for the kitchen appliances, one bed frame, and a single patchwork blanket.
Having been around humans enough to know he was tired because he needed sleep, and knowing that humans used blankets to cover themselves while sleeping, Michael grabbed the blanket and lain down on the floor in front of the bed frame in what was once a master bedroom.
He covered himself with the blanket and put his hand under his head. Noticing almost immediately that the hard floor wasn't very comfortable.
Michael sighed heavily. Everything was so wrong.
He had always been the Archangel Michael, leader of the angels, the chosen one to fight Lucifer, the warrior.
Being reduced to being a powerless mortal was depressing. It was a feeling Michael had never experienced before and he knew it was just the beginning. There were bound to be many other emotions he would experience in his time on Earth. He dreaded it.
Michael settled and listened to the sound of the rain tapping on the roof and heard thunder boom in the distance.
Unlike how it was for most people Michael found the sound of the raging storm peaceful because like most angels he found all things in nature beautiful.
People were excluded from this. Humans were not part of nature, especially not now. Not when they were destroying the environment of their world.
Michael couldn't begin to understand them. He'd never hated people like some of the other angels but he'd only protected them throughout time because he felt like it was part of his duty since God loved the sinful species.
Michael definitely hated being human though. Already he had felt too much and his lack of knowledge in their ways bothered him deeply. Could he learn? The task seemed more daunting then being highly outnumbered in a battle against Lucifer and his followers.
Michael knew he had to learn in order to survive but without anyone to help him he feared it may take too long. He wanted to get through his punishment as quick as possible and he knew if he didn't learn quick enough he wouldn't be able to keep the hunter he'd been sent to protect from being killed.
Michael was abruptly drawn out of his thoughts by another clap of thunder. It seemed that the center of the storm was getting closer.
Michael focused his eyes to watch the storm through the bedroom window and cleared his mind of all thoughts. When he did, calm washed over him and his eyes drooped.
Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.