Creation was far from Michael’s field, the concept of it being more spoken between the elders and his twin, Lucifer, himself.

Being given the responsibility of protecting the heaven’s gates,

Michael was soon informed about his creator’s plans on his newest ones, called humanity.

The name was strange to him.

But, upon the eyes of many, Michael could not bring himself to care enough.

His own curiosity was left aside, replaced by the seriousness of the orders that came to him,

Looking, and guarding the garden.

Michael was not one to make mistakes, and he would bury his feelings to the ground if necessary.

As he would, still, step further into the garden,

He almost wished to make himself unable to hear, because that unknown melody was luring him in.

Different from everything that his twin made him hear,

Not that he was forbidden, being blindly obedient to his creator and him, alone.

But, his eyes caught a glimpse of the one’s first creation of its kind,

And Michael’s eyes were stuck to it, watching from a tree, wondering why that creature was making whatever they were focused at the moment.