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MICHAEL
Michael walked into the dilapidated building, the heels of his boots clicking with each step, the sound echoing ominously through the room. Rain drummed quietly on the roof above his head as he made his way across the concrete rubble floors, vines crawling out and threatening to devour what was left of the rotting wooden pews.
At the altar were what was left of his current batch of “guinea pigs,” chained down as they kneeled before him, odd little specimens he’d collected during his explorations of this new world. Mainly a smaller colony of vampires, a lone wolf, and something else. The last one drew in his attention, carefully watching them out of disgusted curiosity. Not quite like anything else on the mortal plane, or any one for that matter, something of a mixture.
It excited him. It disgusted him. It was perfect.
He continued on with his plans, Leather apron stiffly following his movements as he made his way down the line of subjects. Healing them, feeding them, huffing at their fragility. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. The lightning outside the chapel windows was nothing compared to the light radiating from each failure and wasted corpse. He grunted in annoyance, the efforts he poured into these so called “monsters” should be graciously accepted, not rejected to the point of only leaving a boiled mess at his feet. He’ll simply need to sweeten his deal, until these insects beneath him can finally learn to handle just a drop of his glory.
He let the vamp girl go, dirt and grime littered her frame. The stench of her inferiority took far too long to clear out of the “holy” grounds as she fled. He was bored anyways, there were plenty of other towns to set up his same testing, with more subjects ready to fall in line. However he trained his eye to the strange final subject. They eyed him from the corner they attempted to hide in, distancing themselves as far from him as they possibly could. Fear sloughed off them in waves, something he drank in greedily. He saved the best for last .
Michael couldn’t help himself as strode up to them, squatting down to face them at eye level. Carefully lifting their face up by the chin with a stern, but gentle grip, forcing them to face him, their eyes wide with silent pleas. Beautiful. Something drew him towards the odd soul, and the raging roars from the deepest recesses of his mind only served to drive him further into it. He grinned with sharp teeth, soaking in the way their whole body trembled with fright, a deer helplessly watching its hunter move in closer. The sliver of brown in their iris shrinking rapidly as more adrenaline coursed through their veins, veins of gold glowing dimly among the darkening colors. He couldn’t help it, the power of his grace rose to the surface, a dim, but quickly brightening blue glow took over his eyes, and he felt it funnel down the veins in his right arm, the blood glowing through his skin, the same blue color as his eyes as it moved all the way up to the hand gripping their face. They struggled then, but it was far too late, the power flowing right through his fingertips and into their cheek. Muffled whimpers quickly evolved into delectable screams of anguish as more of his power flowed through them, their eyes glowing brightly blue, the previous gold mixing in, brightening, and forming a beautiful, vibrant green.
Their body convulsed with tremors, and they dropped to the ground, Michael finally stepping away to watch in morbid curiosity. They already lasted longer than most other subjects, taking more of his grace than any other as they curled up on the ground, shaking violently as the muscles along their back twitched and spasmed. Between their shoulder blades small nubs formed beneath the thin, ragged cloth. They slowly grew, stretching the cloth as they screamed louder and louder, begging in incoherent babbles on the ground. Michael tilted his head in curiosity, reaching over with a knife, and in one swift movement, sliced the fabric from the collar halfway down their back. Freeing the nubs of flesh and bone, watching as they continued to form, bone solidifying first, as veins, nerves, muscles, and skin slowly built themselves over it, climbing up an invisible trellis as they built their masterpiece.
Pores formed on the slowly forming skin, small gray bird-like feathers sprouting from the biological structures. They had a gradient of colors, starting light gray at the base, and shifting to a deep Phthalo green at the tips. Growing in various sizes, covering over the “finished” product.
Beautiful. Disgusting. Exactly what he was looking for. Everything that he despised. Perfect.
Michael chuckled, a dark grin on his face as he watched this masterpiece slowly create itself before him. The green glow of his strange creation bathing the desecrated holy grounds in new light. He couldn’t help the swell of pride that came from it, a successful creation to call his own.
Finally the wings finished growing, his creation fell to the ground, sweat pooling off them as they huffed quietly, their body entirely spent. Green and black wings splayed across the ground, glowing faintly as they expanded and contracted weakly with every heaving breath they took. He bent down to face his creation, their bright green eyes facing his vibrant blue ones. He grinned, and they used the last of their dwindling energy to attempt to shuffle back.
With time, they would be perfect.
One final check to ensure the safe containment of his new toy, Michael left the room as a new god, set out on his own mission. Something new .