I clutch the letter Yu wrote in both my hands, fighting away the sob wishing to escape my throat. Yu was always good with words when writing it down on paper. He knows how to make you feel what it is he does. It is poetry- artwork... A masterpiece. Like himself. If only he really believed that, much less knew.
It's quiet among us gods and our most trusted familiars- if we have them here with us. Lord Monroe is addressing the matter of Yuichiro's disappearance despite the fact we know where he has gone. Who knows how long he has been missing for, much less what he's up against. Ithardly seems logical that Nikolai would go alone, even with his three cyborgs, onto a battlefield against fifteen plus deities, excluding their familiars.
Lord Monroe clears his throat, directing his words more to me, as Yuichiro is the center of all this, though he doesn't even glance at me when he opens his mouth to speak. "We have come to an agreement on how to handle Nikolai and his Heaven's Crown experiment that which we believe has most likely come to a success now that young Seraphim has gone ahead."
Everyone is quiet to hear this man, though I am the only one left in the dark of the decision which the others have come to. I wasn't a part of the briefing of the other deities, nor the vote.Monroe and Surumi were worried about my personal connections and emotions to Yuichiro that have grown stronger since coming here after escaping Nikolai when he had captured me and the others. But I trust Monroe to-
"No prisoners or survivors are to be taken. Nikolai and his creations will be eradicated. Any corrupt divine being of the heavens falls into the category of Nikolai's creations. No questions asked, no further commentary necessary."
A brick wall his just come crashing down upon me, and my stomach clenches with disbelief and betrayal. I should've known. A higher god such as Monroe comes first above all. Some of the other deities, Krul included, look surprised with this outcome while I am feeling a brick wall of betrayal. Guilt weighs down on me. The guilt that I placed so much blind trust and faith in Lord Monroe, believing he'd take care of it and fight for me.
No. He didn't. He didn't even consider for even a moment. This decision he came to with himself and no one else. I know because Krul would fight for me no matter what. I know Krul. I know Yoichi, Mitsuba, Shiho, and Shinoa, too. I know them so well. The few of us are a family, and no one else. And to think that even for a moment I had believed that the deities in this room that have decided to help, even on unfamiliar terrain, would ever be considered my family...
I suppose I was being naive to think that such a thing was true. Even in the Heavens, not everyone can be holy. Not as holy as Yuichiro, that is. No one has ever nor ever will exceed him. I think this would be a better story if, at least, he were a god, too, instead of a familiar- a servant; below just about everyone else in the Heavens. And to think that I had never given him the chance... to feel something real about living a normal life. But, what even is normal now? Can we ever go back to the way things were before?
It doesn't matter. Either way, Yuichiro Amane is mine, and I intend to get him back.
No matter the cost.
"You can't go."
"Watch me," I mutter, a scowl toward Surumi walking towards me down the hall that will lead me to the portal to my desired location.
Krul grabs my wrist. "Not alone, Mikaela. If no one else will," she, too scowls at Surumi as he nears closer now, "then your family will help you."
Surumi, as he is now a few feet away, opens his mouth, expecting me to stop.
"Go to hell," I growl, not allowing him to speak.
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I haven't even activated my full power- much less any of my power- for a while now, so when Ifinally accept the extra weight on my spirit, I feel nauseous, but my power drowns that out, and I feel just about invincible.

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You Always Build It Better the Second Time Around
Fanfiction*(Now on Archive of Our Own/AO3)* Mikaela, a lower god loved by both gods and humans alike, has been working on his own granting wishes of all kinds and has always refused gifts from the higher gods. That is, until one day, he reluctantly (might he...