Micheal was once an angel. He was an archangel, and one of the four heavenly generals.
He was strong, tall and had 5 majestic wings glowing with the light of god behind him.
His long white hair and emerald eyes made him seem both noble and kind, which he was.
He was the kindest angel of them all, actually.
He loved everyone and everything, not even willing to harm a bird that flapped its wings too loudly.
He held a great love and fascination for humans and he was loyal to the bone to his own angelic race.
But it's the kindest souls that hold the most propensity for darkness.
Because to be capable of such great love, one must have that same room for the emotion of hatred.
And Micheal hated the demons. Upon his birth, it was demons who had killed his parents, ra*ed his sister, and slaughtered the entire angel village that he had grown up in.
Since that day, Micheal had grown in strength and stature, all to kill every demon.
