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Everything has been ruined, the world is ending, and no one will tell Michael what is going on.
Really, it’s the third one that frightens him. He could cope with the end of the world. The thing is pretty new, after all, and as much as he likes it there hasn't been much time to get attached. But there is a lot of panicking going on and when you have no information whatsoever, panic is an easy thing to get swept up in.
People are talking and whispering and screaming about apples and serpents and women and Samael. The snake told the woman to bite the apple and now paradise is burning and angels weep.
He really wishes someone would tell him who in The Name Samael is.
When the world has been ending for about three hours, some poor principality nearly runs him over, apologizes approximately thirty thousand times, and then says his presence is requested outside The Doors now, immediately, a while ago honestly.
The de facto leaders of Heaven have all gathered, he supposes that includes him, tardy and confused. The Seraphs have apparently not bothered to interject, so the traitor is lead towards four-headed cherubim.
Chin raised, back straight, expression terrifyingly calm as they list his crimes. They haven’t bothered with ropes or shackles, haven’t even removed the serpent from it's place around his neck.
Really, Samael seem more concerned with the newly legless reptile than the divine beings imposing judgment on him.
And why should he, really? They didn’t even get his name right.
Everyone calls them Lucifer. He knows them as Lucifer, and he barely knows them at all.