Extermination Day.

It had been hours. Michael was currently sitting on the pile of demon bodies he'd slain, holding his mask in his hands and smoking a cigarette, the smoke trail whisking around him, feathers of his six wings dancing slightly in the calm breeze. It was an oddly peaceful moment for him.

Michael was just thinking about his life, anything really. Any thought that came to his mind. He didn't worry about being attacked, fairly certain that no demon would be brave enough to try, considering his placement above a mound of corpses.