What is going on? Where am I? Did I not just die? No I am not dead at least not anymore. There are little people staring at me, what is this place why am I sitting on a small wooden chair, no the better question is why I fit in it perfectly.' Michael's eyes meet the four other children also in chairs they were all looking at him weirdly some even had expressions of ridicule he noticed aimed at him especially the blonde haired one sitting at the very front 'I feel so weak practically powerless, the ceiling is so high' he looked up bafflement shrouding his entire mind, just seconds ago he was the most powerful angel the arc-angel Michael commander of angels now he felt weaker than a fly.
'Oh right I am a human!' Michael tried not to panic, ever since memories of his past life started to re-surface it's been harder and harder to differentiate what was real and what wasn't they'd started as dreams but as time went on they became more vivid turning into visions occurring even when he's awake, these "episodes" as his psychiatrist called them had become more frequent and fervent as time went by coaxing their way into his mind at most unreasonable times, unable to control his own body during an episode sometimes he'd scream or just space out unfortunately for him the former had occurred while in the middle of a science class. "That's the strongest one I have yet" Michael thought begrudgingly "if this is going to continue it might be a bigger problem than I initially thought."
"Michael dear are you feeling alright" Miss Ross's motherly voice came from the front half turned concern lining her otherwise radiant smile,
"Maybe he's still dreaming" the blonde kid said mockingly seeing Michael's still forthright silence despite being questioned, the other kids in response tried not to laugh too hard rendering their ridicule to loud snickering amongst themselves, the blonde kid retained a smug smile Michael seemed still unawares of his classmates' debauchery made his remark even more funny.
"Class be quiet!" Mrs. Ross exclaimed with a stern voice the class immediately became quiet "We do not treat our fellow classmates badly now, do we Raymond?" she gave a stern look at the blonde kid "No we don't" Raymond replied with a sour expression his tone Michael noted not that of a kid who in fact did not actually care this wasn't the first time he'd heard this "Now go to the corner and think about your actions!"
Raymond glared at Michael leaving his desk and went to a corner at the front of the class where one was sent if they had done something wrong it was the designated "Corner punishment" Michael without a doubt had no care about whatever the kid had against him he had bigger and worse problems to deal with like his apparent helplessness when a vision occurs putting him in precarious situations such as this one.
"Michael" Mrs. Ross's voice disrupted his thoughts her expression softened in an affectionate way "come here." her voice filled with warmth; Michael left his position in a daze. The other three kids whom had gone severely quiet not wanting to also be sent to the corner deeming it better to keep their mouths shut shifted their attention back to him not that he noticed any way his mind hadn't settled yet.
Mrs. Ross was of average height for a modern lady and a beauty that surpassed average standards; dark-brown shoulder length hair framed her almost perfect oval freckle-less face, she had a kind smile and brown amber eyes and wore a black dress shirt under a brown blazer with black slacks, all of which alone were unremarkable but combined made her look beautiful and endearing to most people fortunate enough to meet her "C'mon" she took Michael's hand "don't be scared" she said kindly mistaking Michael's reluctance for fear
A few minutes later Michael sat alone in the nurses' office where Mrs. Ross left him, the school nurse Michael decided should have remained in her seat if not only to conceal her embarrassingly short height not attributed to physical deformities rather unnatural small plump figure hid in what was supposed to be short white dress now a long gown, it went in contrast to her long face where a trapezoidal glasses lay encrusting ocean blue eyes devoid of any warmth or kindness, her hair tied in a tight bun.
A series of actions followed where she attempted to understand what ailed Michael gruffly deeming him to be physically "unhurt" as if that weren't already noticeable she grumbled annoyed that there actually wasn't anything wrong and that teachers should stop wasting her time, she asked him to remain still while she went out to finish some other work.
'I don't look like I was before…' he touched the soft caramel skin and wavy dark hair 'This must be what happens when we die' he thought, he'd never heard of any celestial dying much less an angel at that so this was new experience for him. Angels were built to be immortal at least that's what they were supposed to be it looked like the more his memories came back the more confused he got, they were made… he was to be mostly invulnerable except for celestial metal only found on their plane of existence that is Heaven the home of all angels.
'Despite being an incarnation of myself I look nothing like I was before, he stared at himself on a bare tray on the table 'Although it might be an improvement I do not like the feeling of powerlessness' a flash of the earlier memory sparked in his eyes 'humans are not supposed to have celestial weapons, Lucifer must have provided them in an attempt to kill me' the image of his brother's golden eyes swimming in amusement as he died in agony made rose his anger several degrees higher "I will end you traitorous brother wherever you are if it's the last thing I do! Any obstacle to that whether human or not will be destroyed along with you!"
The door bust open revealing another woman in a black pantsuit betraying a perfect athletic figure, she seemed more familiar to Michael, the woman's dark amber eyes mirrored his own, having a beautiful tanned skin tone and long black hair made into a long braid on her back reaching her waist.
she hugged him tightly his head pressing into her mild but sumptuous bosom, placing her hand on his forehead then chest then all over his small body, her skin felt soft against his, her overly affectionate gaze somehow melted the anger away "Oh My God Michael are you feeling okay?" she asked her face plastered with more concern towards him than he'd seen in a long time.
Michael stared at the woman a flurry of emotions ravaging his chest "Oh yeah right I have a mom now."