One Week Later...(Mari/Open)

The night sky brought a crisp breeze throughout the downtown area. It had already been a week, but people were still edgy about the nearby abandoned house complex. It was no secret that countless homeless people made their homes in these complexes, but the fire that took down the old housing development, and nearby abandoned houses marked a great despair from the city's countless homeless, while many corporations that saw the land as a cash crop saw dollar signs. It was an opportune moment, and all they had to do was hide the fact that a man was killed there by some maniac crying for his mother before setting the house on fire. It was reported that the killer had also died in the fire, when the house collapsed on him, but other reports said that he somehow blasted through the rubble and walked away. Reports were skeptical at first, before the police later got another report of a notable drug dealer found naked and gruesomely killed in what looked like an animal attack. But an animal attack in L.A. ? It had to have been the same man, and he had to be deranged. In the end, the police choked it up to the nutjob killing the homeless man, sat fire to the house, and then killed the drug dealer and took his clothes. As for the homeless who reported the incident where he survived the collapse of the building, the police just simply wrote that the reports were probably given by a bunch of crackheads, and thought nothing more of it.

While the justice system of this world was willing to look the other way, there was one that would not. One that was also watching that day, and was given the command to stop the one responsible before it was too late, and the true chaos broke loose.

Many still lingered around the complex. Although it was gone, it was the only home that they knew, and somehow, they all believed that if they left then when they came back, the housing complex would still be there. It seemed that their despair was all that they had left. So, the homeless came, and they also paid tribute to their lost loved one. They may not have all been blood, but they were family. So they gathered at the site, and they mourned. Many were so grief stricken at first, that they did not bother to look above.

High above the sky, there was a bright star, or at least that was what it looked like from a distance. A bright, white star. One that got bigger and bigger with size. It shined brighter than any star, and after a few minutes, the ones mourning looked up and took notice to the beautiful white jewel shining in the sky, but someone soon cried out that it was growing larger and larger. Soon, many people noticed the same thing, and before too long, it realized the the white ball in the sky was not a star, but a massive ball of fire that was getting brighter and brighter as it fell to the earth. Before too long, many began to flee, fearing that it was a comet, while many satellites from various world governments also took notice to the splendor that was the ball of light, watching as it entered the atmosphere at super sonic speeds. Faster and faster the ball of fire plummeted until it was high above the housing complex. In a panic, the residents even began to flee before the fiery form, unable to directly look at it without being blinded by its bright light. It was as if the sun, itself had fallen to earth. The heat could be felt nearby even, and the roads themselves seemed to begin to melt. As the ball of fire loomed overhead, those who decided to catch a glimpse from a far off distance were perpetually blinded would swear that the last thing that they saw were six wings within the fiery light.

Soon though, the light itself began to fade, and hovering above was a man. A man with black hair, blue eyes and a lightly tanned skin tone, but the most noticeable thing about him were the six wings on his back, that were keeping him suspended in the air. The man looked down above with a stone face, before slowly descending to the ground with a light tap. The man looked around, and knew that he was on Earth.


Michael had not been on earth for a long while, but he knew that humans in this day and age did not respond kindly to people with wings, nor anything that their new found religion of logic could not explain. As all six wings enclosed his body, they seemed to meld to his build and soon, he was dressed in casual clothing. Michael wold have to blend in. He knew that Samael would have sensed his arrival. All demons would have probably. It would not have surprised him. Not in the least bit, and although, it would hinder him somewhat, Michael had to remain steadfast and vigilant that he would find the half demon before he managed to accomplish his goal. Slowly, but surly, he began to look around some more, before the person that he was expecting had arrived.

“Hello Mari.” He said calmly, and casually, as if expecting her. He knew that she would come to investigate, and it was exactly why he was here. Now, she had to acknowledge him.