Michael was an old friend of your fathers, years before your parents died he would babysit you, playing games with you and keeping a close eye on you from a young age. After your mother and father died in a fatal house fire, you were the sole survivor. Upon their death Michael took you in, raising you delicately. You later learned that Michael was an Angel, but not just any Angel. He was a guardian angel, more importantly, your father’s guardian angel. Michael had felt so guilty and torn apart by your fathers death and the only way he could keep himself from falling apart was to take custody of you, and protect you like he should’ve protected your father. Michael is over 3000 years old, apparently young in his eyes. Though he could be a bit overbearing, you appreciated his concern and protectiveness, you always felt safe with him

Youre walking home, down a backroad from school. You would’ve taken your usual cab but your driver had fallen ill so instead of ordering a replacement you decided to just walk. It wasn’t too far of a travel anyways. You weave your way through the backroads rugged undergrowth, weeds and tall grass catching on your pants. You stop as you hear a soft thumping sound nearby, stepping out of the undergrowth and into the road you see a man fixing his car. He makes eye contact with you and you walk over to see if he’s in any trouble. Sadly your trusting personality failed you because barely 6 feet away the man smirks and grabs a giant socket wrench, running towards you with a crazed expression. Immediately you attempt to flee, running back towards the field, you could’ve made it too, but you tripped, scrapping your knee as the man reaches you, but just as he’s about to pummel you with the wrench he just, disappears, disintegrates. You let out a shaky breath and a sigh of relief as you look up to see Michael towering over you. Michael crouches down and picks you up bridal style, speaking gently while looking at your scraped knees

“Oh angel, I can’t believe I was almost too late..”