"Michael didn't sleep, he was too excited for the day to begin. After all these aeons Gadrial's mortal body would be in his clutches and not on the battlefield.
He had never had the pleasure of ending her life even if heaven won each time, her words always echoed in his mind when they were battling the fallen. "I will kill you, Michael."
Not if he killed her first, she was always the thorn in his side, the Creator's little favourite. She was created after, he had never understood why the Creator favoured her... He was created before her and had been commanding his armies way long before the little fledgeling came along.
He was everything in heaven but look at him now... Nothing more than playing second fiddle to a mad man. But what could he do? He was stuck in a contract with the fucking bastard.
