After the Archangel’s Pregnancy

After packing himself, Michael left the guest room, ready to go back to his room. When he opened the door of the room, he was instantly stunned by the scene in front of him.

The original exquisite and elegant room had been destroyed by a third, and the carefully carved dome had also been blown up. The azure blue sky and the white and plump clouds appeared brightly in their sight. Many of the things he treasured were also exploded into pieces and scattered all over the place.

"What's going on?" Pressing the anger in the bottom of my heart, Michael asked in a ‘peaceful’ tone.

A few attendants look at me, I look at you, no one knows how to explain.

Only Master Nolan knew what happened last night. But he just took a rest today. His Royal Highness has just issued an order to prevent everyone from going to disturb him.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Michael asked in a deep voice: "What the **** is going on, say!"

Realizing that Michael was a little angry, one of the attendants stood up and said, "His anger is calmed down. It's not that I'm not willing to tell you, but because we don't know what happened last night." After speaking, he knew. Say it out.

Hearing the attendant said that not long after the explosion, Raphael hurriedly left his palace. Michael turned his mind and probably guessed what was going on.

Looking at the messy house in front of him, Michael couldn't help sighing. He knew Raphael's virtues. Even if he sold him, he wouldn't have enough money to rebuild the palace.

"Find someone to fix this place, and just hand me the bill." After leaving this sentence, Michael turned and left sadly.

To be honest, he didn't care much about the money for repairing the palace. What he feels distressed about is the damaged things, these things were bought from various places after he had nothing to do.

It's better now, most of the hard work has been destroyed. It must be impossible to say that it is not distressed at all. The more he thought about it, the more heartbreaking he became, and he decided that in the next few hundred years, he must work hard to enslave Raphael.

Raphael, who was hiding in his palace, noticed a chill coming and couldn't help but sneezed.

It was bright outside, and no one was looking for it at this time. I must be safe, Raphael comforted himself.

After the attendants left, Michael simply inspected himself and found that there was nothing serious about his body. It seemed that Raphael had already figured out a way to solve his ‘problem’.

After letting go, Michael decided to go to the Messiah first, and discuss with him about the end of the celebration. Before leaving, he ordered the people under his hand to inform Gabriel and Metatron.

When I arrived at the palace where the Messiah lived, I found that the palace was very quiet. "What is His Highness the Son doing?" Michael asked casually.

"Go back to Your Highness, His Highness Saint Child is still resting." The attendant next to him replied respectfully.

At this time, Gabriel and Metatron arrived separately, and another attendant left silently upon seeing this.

Shortly after the three of them were taken to the living room, Messiah came to the living room in a hurry. He apologized: "I didn't expect the three to visit suddenly. Please forgive me for any improper hospitality."

Michael smiled and said kindly: "I am waiting to visit you without saying hello in advance. Please don't blame the Son."

After the greeting, everyone took their seats, and Messiah asked softly: "His Royal Highness rushed over to find me early, but what happened to heaven?" In the words, it was difficult to hide the sense of anxiety.

Knowing that the Messiah had misunderstood, Michael quickly explained: "The Son has misunderstood. This time I am waiting to come to see you to discuss the matter of yesterday's celebration."

Hearing Michael's words like this, Messiah breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight nerves relaxed.

As the archangel of heaven, Michael took the lead and said: "The celebration yesterday was a success, but there was an accident in the middle. I say this not to blame anyone, but to mention you. Recently, For a period of time, heaven was really not peaceful. I hope all of you here can protect yourself and report to me in time if you have anything to do."

This time, Michael increased his tone and let the other three people understand the seriousness of the matter.

After hesitating again and again, considering that Michael had saved himself before, Messiah couldn't help but ask: "You seemed to be injured yesterday. I wonder if there is a serious problem?"

Not only did Messiah want to know this question, but Gabriel and Metatron, who sat aside, also turned their attention to him.

He probably didn't expect the Messiah to take the initiative to care about him. Michael froze for a moment and then replied: "With Raphael, there is no major problem."

When the other three learned that Michael was fine, they all showed a sigh of relief.

Although the Father God once said, the position of the Son is above the angels.

But everyone knows that the real ruler of the kingdom of heaven is still the archangel Michael.

If something goes wrong with Michael one day, I am afraid that heaven will fall into a chaotic situation like Lucifer fell. Such a scene is something no one wants to see.

Afterwards, they discussed the aftermath of the celebration and the investigation of the identity of the person who tried to harm Michael.

After everything was settled, Michael and the others got up and said goodbye. After watching them leave, Messiah showed a tired look. For some reason, he suddenly began to miss the days in the temple.

‘After solving these things, go back to the temple soon! ’Messiah couldn’t help but come up with this idea.

Leaving the Messiah’s palace, Michael did not immediately return to his palace, but changed his direction and went to his ‘secret garden’.

There have been too many things recently that made him feel tired. Right now he just wants to find a quiet place to calm his mind.

Walking in the vast forest, Michael's tight heartstrings gradually began to relax.

The air was exuding the unique fragrance of trees, and the little animals living here began to surround him and rubbed the corners of his legs affectionately.

A faint smile appeared on Michael's face, and his voice was gentle: "Well, just go and play by yourself, don't have to gather around me."

As soon as the voice fell, these little animals seemed to understand his words, and jumped away one after another.

Walking to an ancient tree by the lake, Michael sat down slowly.

Leaning on the old tree and looking at the sparkling lake ahead, Michael fell into a long contemplation.

With the passage of time, Michael's eyelids darkened, and gradually closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

The warm sun at noon passed through the gaps in the leaves and fell on him, and Michael put his hands together gently on his lower abdomen. The angular facial features are exceptionally soft because of the deep sleep, exuding a touch of holiness.

Sleeping Michael didn't realize that the light and dark powers of his abdomen were perfectly blended together. With the balance of the power of light and dark, his stomach became more swollen and rounded.

In his sleep, Michael fell into the memory of the past again.

After finding himself awake from the bed of His Royal Highness Lucifer, Michael was flustered and at a loss. But he couldn't remember what happened the night before.

As the creation celebration approached, in order to avoid embarrassment, he racked his brains to think about how to avoid the meeting with Lucifer.

But the more you want to hide, the more you can meet each other inadvertently.

On this day, he had just arranged the defensive work for the celebration and was about to leave from the sidereal sky, and happened to ran into Lucifer who had just walked out of the temple.

When Michael turned and wanted to leave, a clear and pleasant male voice came in his ears: "Michael, you take a step forward, don't blame me for being polite."

The voice was full of threats, and Michael couldn't help but stop.

He turned around reluctantly and looked awkward: "Good day, your highness, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Can't you stop if you are okay? We shouldn't have such a share of life between us!" Lucifer said with a faint smile on his mouth.

Just as Michael was thinking about how to get out, Lucifer sent out an invitation with a smile: "It just so happens that you and I have time, why sit down and have a cup of tea and chat together?"

Just about to open her mouth to decline, she saw a smile on Lucifer's face, and made a mouth shape towards him. When Michael saw it, he immediately changed his mind and squeezed out a smile abruptly and replied: "Since it is the invitation of your Highness, then it is better to respect his subordinates."

Lucifer led Michael to the direction of the garden, following behind him, Michael couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. The saffron hair hangs softly, as if losing its original vitality and vitality.

After seated, Michael looked uneasy, and even secretly glanced at the person beside him. It seemed that he wanted to use his expression to guess what the other party was thinking.

After the refreshments were set, Lucifer waved to let all the attendants leave. Even Beelzebub, who was inseparable from him, left under his sign.

The more two people were alone, the more nervous Michael became. The scene of waking up that morning, lingering in his mind, was about to become his obsession.

"you…………"

"you…………"

It happened that when two people spoke at the same time, Michael was the first to react, and said with trepidation, "Your Majesty, you say first..."

Perceiving Michael's nervousness and panic, a trace of helplessness flashed in Lucifer's green eyes: "In your eyes, I am so scary? Or are you...guilty because of something?"

The last sentence reached Michael, and he felt that it was especially meaningful.

An exciting spirit in his heart replied instinctively: "No...no, how could I be guilty."

"Really?" Lucifer raised his eyebrows, and asked with a tone of emphasis.

Michael looked helpless and couldn't help showing a bitter expression and said: "Your Highness, don't go around in circles. Let's just say it, you called me here alone, what did you want to say?"