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[Baxter does have a bit of an ego and a persona to fill. Besides ruffling Michael's feathers was fun.]

Certainly. The Pharaohs claimed to be gods of a sort. Hardly made it true.

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you know for a fact your god truly did exist before time and before their first group of followers. Then I'm not a god in that sense.

Gods in my world are created by faith and maintained by it. Most need believers to continue on existing. So of course they encouraged worship and spreading of their religions. That whole "You shall have no other gods before me" line was a move to simultaneously gain more believers and give those believers incentive to kill anyone who wouldn't convert.

[ Ruffling Michael's feathers seemed to be a passtime of many and this was a common game well before the war that devoured both Heaven and Hell. Suppose some things never change. It was possibly because unless he was speaking with sarcasm he was incredibly oblivious to subtext and sarcasm. Too often taking everything very literal and ever the serious type. ]

I do not know how or why false gods exist- I cannot speak to your world as you call it. I know that they are false. It is all I need to know. [ It may be becoming more clear as to why people never wanted to deal with Michael period let alone deal with him on the battlefield. ]

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[He was starting to see that Michael certainly had a thick skull, but honestly it seemed like most Angels were that way.]

I can't speak for your world either. The "rules" are different in each. I ran into a version of Lucifer that claimed God was dead. Usually I take anything he has to say with a grain of salt, but judging by the fact he wasn't trying to look remotely human or angelic I'm inclined to believe that's true for his world. Certainly not an easy task to accomplish.

[He sighs.]

You really do just have a one-track mind though, don't you?

[ Pro-tip: don't talk about Lucifer.There is a very sour although silent look on his face and he chooses to end that conversation before it begins. ]

I stay my course. And what do you do?

[He knew that would probably be a sore spot.]

I adapt to new information. I seek the truth when the answer is important to me. However I'm guessing you struck down these "false" gods without ever even wondering about their origins.

[ Understatement of the century. More now than it ever has been before. ] Truth?

[ That gets a shot laugh out of him and he crosses his arms with a surly grin on his lips. ] What do you think truth is?

Truth is the fact or reality of a matter. What has been observed to be fact.

Not simply taking what you are told alone if you can help it. No matter the source.

And you have learned this definition from?

It's an agreed upon definition these days. I'm not sure who came up with the word first as we know it today, but humans often seem to have a distinct thirst for knowledge so I wouldn't put it past them.

Why? What is your definition of truth?

And you would believe them. [ Question mark? ]

Much of mankind is poisoned by ignorance and heresy. They thirst for knowledge which sooths their perspecive and eases their lives, not truth. The only thing that truth is, is what my Father says it is. As for anything else.

Well it's an abstract concept. The idea of "truth" would of always existed no matter what name you put to it.

[He laughs.]

Oh wow. I thought I was going to be sarcastic when I was thinking you would say that. That his word was the one and only truth. Even off the leash like you are he has you trained to follow his word without question.

Abstract. There is truth and there is common understanding. You speak of the latter but they are not one in the same.

[ Doubt has never been and nor will it ever be Michael's problem. Actually that is a lie. If there was anyone in the universe that just may be able to crack in to Michael's thick skull it would be that nuisance of a little brother. That tangent alone could eat up pages of narritive if let loose, however. ]

When you error the way to solve that it is not to error more. [ Easier said tha done, mind you. ] I do not understand why you would think my answer would be anything but.

Truth is the undeniable. Your father's word is not undeniable.

[He has refrained from calling him "brat" only because fighting with Michael would be far more boring than this.]

Perhaps I had shown you some measure of intellectual respect. After all you must know that it is within your creator's power to lie or withhold information. To deny that would be to deny his omnipotence. If there's something he can't do then he is not all powerful.

Then of course there is the reason why he would lie to you about some things. I admit I haven't flipped through that bore of a book in some time, but didn't he say he was a jealous god? That means he has something to be jealous of. Would more of your kind defect if they knew there were other beings which they could align themselves with?

[ There is just a little bit of a surly grin on his lips again. Michael is silent for some time before he begins speaking. Lucifer would say such things. That if their father was only one side of the coin he wouldn't be the father of all things; he would complain about the unfairness and whine about their Father's flaw.

But here's the short of it. It doesn't matter and Michael does not care. He does not care that their Father is flawed. He is their Father and Michael always obeys. ]

And I will strike them down. [ It comes off his lips so easily but it is never an easy task. ]

Maybe there are other... 'gods' that came before or after. Maybe there are greater powers. Maybe my Father lies and cheats and sins. My place is where I will always be regardless of this.

Continue to tell me what is the error in my Father's way. They may or may not have merit, I cannot say. I can say that I do not care.

[Well that managed to get a surprised look out of him. After what Michael had said earlier he hadn't expected him to be so self-aware on this topic. He eventually settled into a displeased look.]

At least you are honest with yourself. I have to wonder why you would stay with someone who would lie to you so thoroughly? Is it just religious zeal or did your father just design the perfect lap dog?

I suppose it would make sense that the most loyal would be one who only has loyalty to his father and not his brothers or even himself. After all you don't care if you are being lied to or your loyalty abused. What should you care what happens to your brothers? Oh but if they break from the status quo they will get the business end of your giant flaming sword.

[ The anger that flairs up inside of him as this thing continues to speak is overwhelming. Likely palpable, even, for such a being. Heavy and hot and consuming. He tries, he tries so hard, but the very moment Baxter talks about his loyalty to his brothers a large set of thick black wings unfurl.

They are massive, and sharp, and dripping in blood. What a deep sense of wrath accompanies their unfurl. So much anguish and pure hate. It's difficult to know how such a rattling depth of this emotion took hold of the golden boy, the prince, the righteous right hand. But it was there. It was very present.

And the voice echoes enough to move mountains.]

Silence, heathen filth. I will hear no more of you.

[Oh now that gets a surprised look followed by a mouthless smile. Baxter wasn't afraid just amused.]

Did I hit a nerve? Seems that I have.

Rather than getting angry at me maybe you should see if I'm wrong. After all if your brothers aren't being abused and lied to then you have the peace of mind knowing that is the fact of it. If not you can make your decision of what to do from there.

After all even if you somehow kill me it won't change what I've said to you.

[ He hit an extremely large nerve. The world was this way because of him and Lucifer and because he could not strike him down. There was a very large difference between banishing his brother from Heaven as punishment and ending his life. Man had another life to live after their death. Angels did not. The end was the end was the end and he just... he...

Because Lucifer was not a liar. He was an Angel, he could not lie. Angel's did not lie but that didn't matter. What mattered was obedience and faith. This was his brother. Second born after he. His little idiot and foolish brother who was always so smart and so bright and so vibrant and full of life and love. Thousands of years later he still sees that face, that little brother. He saw it then on the field and it brought him such an overwhelming pain.

And that was the end of it. He put down his sword and the veil between heaven and hell disappeared. Their bodies faded in to Earth and here they were. No place to be damned to. No place to rise to. Was God dead? Was this merely punishment? He didn't know. He knew wrath, though. Strong in his gut. ]

What bliss it must be to never be at a dilemma. I have no need to indulge you in matters of my family. This conversation ends now.

[ and thus his wings curl back up and he looks again no more than an average man. ]

I never said I was devoid of dilemma. Blind obedience isn't among them though, but we may be similar in one respect.

[He's talking pretty casually.]

I am civilized with you, but it is not in my nature to be. I'm a terrible creature, the literal stuff of nightmares. However I stop myself. I stop myself because it would interfere with what I truly want to do. It's not easy and it doesn't always feel satisfying. Any of this sounding familiar?

[In his mind Michael had this problem twofold. There was his wrath, but also what Baxter thought might be the Brat's brainwashing. Always be faithful and obedient no matter what. Both of these seemed to be counter-intuitive to what Michael truly cared about. Michael didn't release his rage when Baxter insinuated his Father was anything less than perfect. No it wasn't until he called into question the love Michael had for his brothers that he seemed to react.]

[ It was difficult to explain the feeling of His Grace to someone that has never experienced it. Michael was not only an Archangel, he was a Seraph. He is the only one of the Angels - save for Lucifer - that has witnessed their Father directly; who has looked upon his greatness. Michael imagines the pain of losing His Grace no matter how close or far you are from it is agonizing but for those who sat in the throne room... to lose that Light is devastating.

The pain is truly beyond comprehension.

He was crafted to be obedient. To be lawful and just by the Word of his Father. To love Him and His Creations. Be joyous; be righteous; be faithful. ]

It is not my satisfaction that matters. [ Here we go again. ]

No it's the satisfaction of the Father that is, I know I know. I was talking about your wrath though. I could feel that hate you had for me earlier. Had I said anything else to make you hate me so I imagine I would of gotten to see your sword first hand.

[He's rather obviously not scared.]

Though I do have to say the God of your world is far more clever than the one of mine. He's programmed you into being obedient either through actually creating you that way or indoctrination, I would have to know more to be sure. The God of mine rules his Angels by fear.

When he "drops" an Angel he finds no longer useful they become demons. No longer having the vestiges of their intelligence they are confused, angry things. Lucifer tries to ease their suffering, but he can't do much for them. As far as I can tell this is what most Angels fear the most. Especially since it seems he's dropping them more frequently as of late.

[ If breathing actually mattered to an angel he'd be reminding himself to do so right about now. It was a very good thing that Baxter clarified he was speaking of his 'God' and not The God. Which is of course the God that Michael knows. ]

Have you a purpose for telling me this? [ Also known as yes, you're right on that whole sword thing. Not entirely improbably to happen yet, either. ]

Just musing over the differences. You're loyal by default, but the God leading the Angels in my world has to use fear. Maybe he's a more horrible designer?

[Though he is enjoying ruffling Michael's feathers. He has no love for The Brat after all.]

(ooc: Thanks! I originally created him with the question: what would Michael be like if he Fell? I wanted to combine his fierceness with a flaw that wasn't a boring 'oh yeah Lucifer was right and I h8 God'. I figured if Michael Fell it wouldn't be from doubt. )

Perhaps he's simply not God. [ You had to have known that was coming. ]

[Oh he saw that one coming.]

Maybe, but as far as I know yours didn't write anything about creating other universes. The book talks about the creation of Heaven and Earth. Granted even that's a lie in my world, but the point is you're predisposed to believe what he says and everything else is up for debate. Right?

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WRONG BUTTON TO PRESS SO SORRY I AM SO SORRY

Don't worry Baxter was trying to hit his buttons xD

lmfaoooo sobs

No need to apologize for character reactions anyway. If everyone got along it would be boring

touche

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I have to say I really like your Michael, he's pretty interesting

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