Mictain couldn't help but laugh aloud at that. 'Some dental work,' indeed. Why, that was the only difference between him and his former angel self, yes. Funny how he hadn't noticed it before.
"How am I different? I'm on the fucking opposite side now," he replied. "Angels and demons aren't just two separate groups; they are the complete opposites of each other. An angel's powers are holy, a demon's unholy. They cancel each other. Where previously being in a church would have just strengthened me, now I wouldn't dare go inside one -- I'm not too fond of incredible pain, discorporation, and possibly permanent death."
He snorted a bit. "I'm the complete opposite of what I was before. What little remains of my former self -- what wasn't burned off as I Fell -- is twisted and broken beyond any recognition. Most of it is just, well, gone. I'm empty. I am not the former Michael with different colour of wings and fangs. Everything that Michael was has left me, was torn from me by my fucking so-called best friend, and it will not come back. I'm not him, I couldn't be him even if I tried, and I don't want to be him. I may remember what it was like to be him but I can't be him anymore -- like a man in the middle of a battle may remember peace but can't stop fighting even if he wanted to.
"No, not Raphael," he then added, "it's Uriel. He's -- from what I've managed to figure out, he's not exactly right in the head. Or more like completely nuts, absolutely crazy, fucked up beyond any measure. And he has a tendency to go for self-destructive behaviour when things aren't going his way, too. Bloody good poster angel He's picked to be His fucking favourite."
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Date: 2006-03-08 07:07 pm (UTC)"How am I different? I'm on the fucking opposite side now," he replied. "Angels and demons aren't just two separate groups; they are the complete opposites of each other. An angel's powers are holy, a demon's unholy. They cancel each other. Where previously being in a church would have just strengthened me, now I wouldn't dare go inside one -- I'm not too fond of incredible pain, discorporation, and possibly permanent death."
He snorted a bit. "I'm the complete opposite of what I was before. What little remains of my former self -- what wasn't burned off as I Fell -- is twisted and broken beyond any recognition. Most of it is just, well, gone. I'm empty. I am not the former Michael with different colour of wings and fangs. Everything that Michael was has left me, was torn from me by my fucking so-called best friend, and it will not come back. I'm not him, I couldn't be him even if I tried, and I don't want to be him. I may remember what it was like to be him but I can't be him anymore -- like a man in the middle of a battle may remember peace but can't stop fighting even if he wanted to.
"No, not Raphael," he then added, "it's Uriel. He's -- from what I've managed to figure out, he's not exactly right in the head. Or more like completely nuts, absolutely crazy, fucked up beyond any measure. And he has a tendency to go for self-destructive behaviour when things aren't going his way, too. Bloody good poster angel He's picked to be His fucking favourite."