Acceptance (open)
iacchos:
“I understand,” he said softly. He nodded and listened as the other spoke. Michael’s sadness tugged at Iacchos’ heart more than any others ever had. All he desperately wanted was to help Michael. He wanted to help his dearest friend to once again feel whole. He didn’t want the angel to feel as broken as he did. “Michael, please do not blame yourself, it was not you. You were following what your father had ordered. It was he that destroyed them. Not you! Your father is the one that wrote for those events to pass. It was never your fault and never will be.”
Iacchos knew that Michael was going through the most difficult change in his existence. He knew the angel was not used to feeling or thinking for himself. He knew that it was going to take a lot of adjusting on Michael’s part to learn the new way of life that came with being ones own self. Iacchos would forever remain at Michael’s side to help him with the new change. It was the least he could do for his oldest and dearest friend.
Iacchos flinched a bit when the other threw the book. Iacchos had seen the God of Abraham’s anger through Michael, but never the angels own anger. As the other spoke of his father Iacchos took him into yet another embrace and held the angel close to himself. Iacchos knew all to well what it was like to have an uncaring father. He too had tried for billions of years to be the perfect son for Zeus and still his father didn’t care for him. “You, Michael, are the best son any father could ever ask for. Everyone knows that. And if your father can’t see that, then it’s his loss.” The Olympian pulled back and looked the Michael in the eyes. He felt a wave of sadness crash over him when the angel’s eyes supported his broken heart in them.
“You do serve a purpose Michael, you’re the guiding light for your brothers and sisters. If you can show then that one can adjust to this new way of life then they will see that it is doable. The quarrels will stop and they too will once again live in peace. And as for the people that pray, there isn’t anything that we can really do for them. Their lives have been written. Yes they suffer and there is great pain, but it was written. And as they say it is always darkest before the dawn, the fates are not so cruel that they will only give them sorrow and no happiness.” Iacchos took a few deep breaths. “Michael, I swear to you that I will help you learn to take life as it comes. I will help you learn to live without orders. I know that you’re conflicted, but I am always here for you.” Iacchos placed his hands softly on the others cheeks and looked him right in the eyes, his emotions for the other clearly displayed in the grey of his irises. “I always have been and always will be.”
“He may have wrote it, but I was the one who fulfilled it,” Michael stated, his tone sharp. ”I accept my blame. Even when others are not aware it was I. I should have stopped them. I should not have agreed to such a fate. If someone is to pay for these acts, it should not be Lucifer, it should be me.” The angel took a deep breath. ”He asked questions, I asked the same from his inferance, but I never said anything. I kept it to myself, and let him pay the price. I should have fallen with him.”
Still panting as he was held in the hug, he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the tears start at the comment, shaking his head. ”Apparently, I am not. Apparently, we all failed father. All of his children. He sought the humans over us. We were told to love the humans over him, but those who did, fell. Those who did not love Enoch as Metatron, fell. I…am bitter, friend, bitter and confused, and if I were a perfect son, I would not question. Just follow orders.” He wished he could be like the men of Earth, those that did not cry so easily. So few would see him this way. So few paintings acknowledged this, that Michael’s tears were known to fall from Heaven, even if he could smite you in an instant.
“Oh, Iacchos,” A faint smile fell on Michael’s lips, putting a hand on the side of his face. ”You do not know my siblings. The fighting will not stop. It has been going on from before my Father’s disappearance. It caused the creation of the Powers to keep order in Heaven. It started with the Fall of Lucifer.” Shaking his head, the angel stepped back, his hand falling away. ”We will always fight amongst each other. Demons are my siblings as well. Humans are in their own way, related. Those from Adam. Those from Eve. I will watch our siblings fight, I will fight as well. We lived in peace once, but we will never reach that holy time again.”
Michael smiled slowly, nodding. ”And I thank you for that offer, Iacchos, I may take you up on it when confusion gets to be too much.”
