Michael woke up and let out a groan. His head was spinning, what happened? He was groggy beyond repair and his ears were still ringing.
He blinked a few times before getting up from the floor, he saw his blade lying a few feet away from him. Did he have a battle?
No, he would have won the battle if he had one, probably not... it had been years before the war started up again.
When he finds Moloch, he would make him break. He didn't care if he had a loyalty contract with him. He had put this company in jeopardy because of his little incident.
By the looks of it, they would have to replace a few angels and they were hard to come by. He swayed on his feet and he leaned against the wall.
The ringing in his ears was slowly evening out, he took a look down the hall and inhaled a breath. His nostrils flared, Moloch's scent was strong here. Had he been here? Why didn't he help him?
