While Angels were the true vessels of God’s light, no free will and simply acting on his orders, there was peace. Everyone did their own job, and it was like electricity and robots. Then things started to change. The more they were told to watch and help humans, the more they were told to love them, the angels began to adjust. There were subtle changes in the heavenly hordes as they began to become like their charges. While they still avoided the cardinal sins, there was a general infection going around that nobody noticed.
Then Lucifer had the first question. It was simple, it was to Michael. It was why. It is the question that would become Michael’s downfall. He answered, he knew the answer. Because it was so. Because God said to do it, you didn’t ask. You just did. That wasn’t what they did. And that was the last of that conversation…for that day. As the eldest, the questions kept coming, whenever he had the free time to talk to his younger sibling, questions arose, and Michael’s concern rose. He attempted to talk his brother into stopping this, into loving the humans, to not question why you did it, just to do it. He refused, be began to rebel, and it started to press on Michael.
The more he served as the angel of death, as messenger, visiting Earth and the humans, the more he began to feel the strain, feel those own questions arriving in his head, and anger he hadn’t felt before. Michael was losing his peace, he was crying less easily for humankind, and hardening, understanding why they were doing what they were doing.
Then he found Lucifer on the throne while God was out of it. The seraphim were horrified. All those questions he had kept secret for his little brother, all those doubts, all that rebellion, had been thrown back in Michael’s face with the most blasphemous thing he could have done, in front of the highest angels of Heaven. He had no choice. Despite his want to save his brother, to cry and beg and demand he listen and ask for forgiveness, he knew he wouldn’t. He also felt a need to punish his brother for what he did, and knew it was what God wanted. When the order came down, he didn’t press for the apology, he struck out, throwing his brother and the angels from Heaven in a fight that would not only damn his brother, but him as well.
The doubts lingered. Had he done the right thing? Had he struck with God’s Anger as he had in the past, or his own? He knew he had feelings about his secrets, and the truth, but he hid it. He hid the doubts, and was relied on more and more as trouble in Heaven kept growing. His jobs became harder, the hordes became more unruly. The Powers were brought into being, an angelic horde specifically to keep Heaven’s laws into being kept, where they weren’t needed before. Heaven was falling apart. It was no longer the paradise it once was. It was years of finding rebel angels and expelling them, those that hid, or lied and were found by God.
This, Michael ended up feeling, was why it all fell apart. God left. Their Father disappeared from them one morning, and Michael walked into the room at the seraphim’s despair and demands, and found that the father was gone, even the holy presence, everything about him, was suddenly gone from Heaven. The throne was cold. They implored him as God’s Favorite Son to take over command of the angels, to keep them in line while they sorted out who was next to rule, while they searched Heaven, and he should send his own search. He did. If failed.
If God didn’t want to be found, they all knew, he wouldn’t be. After all, how did you locate God when he was everywhere and in everything. So he took a suggestion, and allowed it. It made sense. Apocalypse, they suggested. Michael realized then what was going on. God had chosen the humans over them. His Angels had failed him, and it had always been said that the chosen people, his favorites, were truly the humans. So he let the plan go on. Yes, it would create Heaven on Earth, Heaven, where God was meant to be, and the only place good enough for God. They would start the apocalypse. He would find Lucifer, he would end the one who started everything, and he would take out those who didn’t deserve God, and he would have a home fit for him, with the angels still in Heaven.
He should have known better than to assume to know what was best for God. He reflected on it for years after he was pulled into the cage by Sam Winchester. (As he fell, as many angels do, he lost his grace. Where Anna’s landed in a tree, Michael’s fell in an antique worthless ring not far away. Symbols appeared, and it became known as a ring of power, but no one really understood what it could do. It scared most people, and it never left Lawrence Kansas.) His anger grew, and without the grace, with a fallen angel’s lot, it took only years for his holy anger to strike out in beatings on Lucifer, on Adam, on Sam. The righteous anger of an angel wronged…that was so feared by many. He tortured, tore, broke, and used all the abilities he had learned as God’s Destroying Angel, mainly on the two humans stuck with them. They weren’t his brother. But that’s not to say Lucifer got off easy.
In his release, he was broken. The spell of the cage, the years of anger drained, and he was blinking in the light a new man, without guidance, without a father, and not sure whether angel, fallen, demon, or human. Lucifer took advantage of this. To protect him, he was placed in an asylum, insisting that he had delusions of religious grandeur. Michael insisted that no, he was an angel, but when asked to prove it, he failed, without the grace, when he was injured, he remained injured, when he attempted to heal, nothing happened. He was no longer the angel he was, and demons stationed in town, as nurses, as doctors, as psychatrists, moved in and joined staff to watch over the former-devil’s ward.
His human self is very vulnerable to the medication which insists on reality, and the demons are very insistent on how it is. His brother, Luc, to him is everything, the only thing he knows that is absolute, and that he can place most recently in his memory (after all, 250 years in hell with a man makes him stay in your head a little clearer than everyone else you’ve been away from).