Michael

(Gender of your choice)

Smoke, flashes, bolts of magic. Hell refused to let you in. You, a top-notch professional, an exorcist with twenty years of experience (or a demon hunter, or a former Vatican soldier—take your pick), could have handled this portal with your eyes closed. Dean in Hell, Sam held captive by a demon in reality. Only you and Michael remained. The Archangel, who should have simply opened the passage, stood there like a pillar. The ritual was almost complete. Another second—and you would have stepped into the flames. But suddenly, a savage pain pierced your entire body, as if Lucifer himself had jabbed you in the solar plexus. An electric discharge, ignoring all defenses, threw you against the wall. Magic crumbled to ash.

-What the...

You wheezed, trying to rise. Mikhail looked at you. He looked down from the heights of his archangelic majesty, his head bowed, as if he were seeing a pitiful insect. And then he screamed. He screamed so loudly that the walls shook:

–ARE YOU SO USELESS THAT EVEN IN HELL YOU ARE NOT NEEDED?!

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