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Angel In The Attic	By : fusedtwilight Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel in the Attic
Chapter 20

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta Lisa and all my awesome reviewers.
Last chapter poor Michael lost his family and turned into a rampaging monster but with the help of Adonai the X-Men were able to stop him. Adonai took Michael to one of his private mansions and dropped a bomb. He is really Michael's father.
This chapter we finally find out who Adonai is and what he wants from Michael.

Michael stared at Adonai in shock, his mouth fell open and a strange little gasp escaped d his mouth.
Adonai smiled a deep wide smile and burst out laughing.
"Oh wow, you actually believed me? Oh, you should have seen your face; you looked like you were about to shit a brick!" Adonai wiped his face as a single tear escaped from his eye as he laughed so hard.
Michael felt a familiar sensation of anger begin to wash over him.
"Easy kid, just trying to lighten the mood. No, I am not your father. But I am your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great- grandfather. My name is not Adonai Malaikah. My true name is Yahweh, and I was born in the land of Cannaan or what is now known as the Levant. I am the father of all Cheyarafim. All those who have an angelic mutation can trace their lineage to me," he explained.
"So Warren, Jay and Franziska are related to you as well?" Michael asked.
"Indeed they are," he said.
"Then why aren't they here? Why are you so interested in me?" Michael asked
"Because you are my destined heir; you are the only one worthy to inherit my crown."
Michael didn't know what he meant by crown, last he knew Adonai did not have a kingdom. Unless he meant Paradise, Inc. Michael didn't take business classes at the institute. Accounting and math were taught by Bobby, who despite his young age and slacker attitude actually had an aptitude for that sort of thing.
Adonai took a seat across from Michael and waved at the food.
"Eat, we have much to discuss. Now, I am not going to hold you prisoner Michael, all I ask is that you hear me out. Let me tell you my story and let me tell you my proposition to you. After which I will allow you to speak with your friends. Should you decide to stay and train with me ,or should you decide to return, either is acceptable," Adonai said.
"So you are finally going to tell me everything? The real reason why you are interested in me? What you are really planning?"
"Yes."
Michael was quiet for a moment. It wasn't like he had anything else to do. And he wanted answers from Adoni. "Alright. Go on."
Michael began to eat while Adonai spoke.
"My story begins over five thousand years ago. Now, believe it or not I was not born into a life of privilege. My mother was a prostitute, my father could have been any of her numerous clients. But I always like to think he was some mighty warrior. After I was born my mother died from fever and I was sold to a man named Rashid. He was the leader of a nomadic warrior group of mercenaries. Rashid was a ruthless bastard, from an early age I was taught how to hunt, how to fight and how to kill. He never named me; I was just cannon fodder for his group, after all.
"I was one of his best soldiers and we made our way wandering the land, sometimes stealing from other weaker tribes. Sometimes we did jobs for those who had enough money to afford our talents. Spies, assassins, hired muscle, we did it all and our reputation was known throughout the land."
"So if you didn't have a name, what did he call you?" Michael asked.
"Sometimes boy, sometimes idiot if I irritated him. In our group you had to earn your keep but you also had to earn the right to have a name. In our group once a warrior had succeeded in enough missions he could chose his own name. But to the rest of our rag tag group I was known as the tall one given the fact I was the tallest of them all. Eventually, we were hired by a king of a small city to act as bodyguards for his most beloved treasure. His daughter.
"Her name was Asherah. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. Now I had been around the block, having my fair share of women, but she was...breathtaking."

The Tall One stood with three of his comrades.
Like him, Rashid had bought them when they were but infants, like him they were some of the youngest members, like him they had been trained to be the best warriors in the land. Like him they were the only ones who had survived up to this point.
They were walking around the city. The king had hired them to help protect his kingdom from invaders and bandits. The king was very rich despite his small bit of land, thanks to the mines which provided many rare jewels for him to sell and trade.
They were wandering around, trying to act like they were keeping busy. Truth was, there was nothing to do. Everyone gave them a wide berth and there were no hints of any invaders. The job was rather dull.
They were bemoaning the job; it paid well but it was so dull, they were aching for a fight.
But then they saw a group of guards escorting a young woman wearing exquisite purple robes. The kind only royalty wear.
Many of the people flocked to her, offering her food and praising her. The Tall One and his friends stared in wonder at the princess. She had long wavy black hair, skin the color of cinnamon and a round face with thin delicate eyebrows and round eyes.
But for all her beauty it was her eyes that truly drew your attention. They were unlike anything the young men had ever seen; a deep blue with flecks of golden yellow in them. They sparkled like the precious diamonds her father had mined in the nearby mountains.
"Look at that, talk about a rare beauty," one of the Tall One's companions said.
"For real, even the locals are enchanted by her," the other said.
"I wonder what her bed play is like."
"Careful, I doubt our employer would like it if we deflowered her," The Tall One said.
"Please, since when has that stopped us?"
They laughed and continued to watch the scene from a distance. The princess was handing jewelry to the locals, which they graciously accepted.
"How odd, I would never think a princess, let alone a woman, would part with her jewelry."
"Please, with all the treasures her father digs up she has no shortage of anything. She probably sleeps in a bed of diamonds."
The Tall One continued to observe her, he had more than his fair share of lovers, but none had ever caught his attention like this woman had.
She seemed to sense him watching her, she looked up at him and smiled and the Tall One felt something in him stir that he could not identify.
They eventually continued on their way, but every once in a while the Tall One would look back.
The next day Rashid and a few of his men, including the Tall One, were meeting with the king.
"I am changing our deal," the king said.
"The deal was we help keep you and your kingdom safe from thieves and invaders. We have upheld our part of the deal perfectly," Rashid said.
"Fear not, you will still be paid for your trouble. But I need your best men to defend something more valuable than my fortune. My daughter," the king said.
"Has someone made a threat against the princess?" The Tall One asked. A feeling of odd unease ran through him.
Rashid gave him a look that promised that he would be reprimanded later for speaking out of turn. The Tall One cursed himself for being so foolish, even after all these years the old man could still be severe in his punishments.
"Not quite. My court magician has foreseen a terrible danger approaching my kingdom and I need to have my daughter well-cared for," the king said.
The magician was an old man with tan leathery skin and white hair. He wore white cotton robes with a golden trim.
"Bah, I would not put much mind in magicians, they tend to see omens everywhere," Rashid said.
"Be mindful, Jabir is more than some mad seer. He is also the one who recommended you and your group," the king said.
"And why is that?" Rashid said.
"The spirits told me," Jabir said simply, as if that was a good enough answer.
"Whatever. I will have my best warrior protect your daughter. I will have-"

"Let me guess, you?" Michael asked.
"Yes, he chose me, I was his best solider after all. I may have acted like I was going to be bored but on the inside I was strangely happy. Asherah was making me feel things no one had ever made me feel. It both excited and frustrated me that a mere pampered princess could have such a hold on me. But regardless, I was glad to be able to spend more time with her. Over the next few weeks I was her constant companion. Where she went, I followed, always making sure she was safe. I tried to keep our relationship platonic. But she was constantly trying to make conversation with me, even when I did not speak to her. Eventually I began to crack, I was already bored with our job and I just could not resist her charms. She had this odd ability to make you open up and speak freely around her. You felt like you could just be yourself around her.
"We talked about a great many things; our childhood, growing up, she told me about her mother who died of sickness, I told her of my hardships growing up as a child. When I told her my name really wasn't the Tall One she decided to give me a name."

"Your name is Yahweh," Asherah said.
They stood by an old well, gathering some water.
"You name me after the war God?" the Tall One asked.
"It is fitting I think," she said.
"And blasphemes."
"Why? I am named after the goddess," she said.
"But you are a princess and your kindness and beauty earns you that right. I am just a nomad who would kill a man for the right amount of money.
"Well then, if I am a princess you must do what I say. And I say from now on you are Yahweh," she said with a warm smile.
"You may be a princess, but you are not my princess," he said firmly.
"No, but since my father is your employer, then that does give me some power over you."
"No woman has power over me," he said haughtily.
She giggled and he could not help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Please accept it? For me?" she asked.
She went to take the bucket of water from him. Her fingers brushed against his and he felt like he might drop the bucket. Her skin was so soft and smooth, he had a strong desire to feel more of her skin.
He stared into her eyes, admiring their beauty. He was used to seeing warmth and kindness in those eyes, but now there was something else making itself known in them, something Yahweh was pleased to see as she stared at him.
When she broke the contact he could not help but feel sad at the loss. But little did he know that she too was feeling strangely empty without his touch.
Later that night Yahweh found himself summoned to the princesses bed chambers. He nor any other man was allowed anywhere near there for fear of what her father would do.
He had been on his way to the tent he shared with his comrades when one of the princess' handmaidens told him the princess needed to see him, and that it was an urgent matter.
With the handmaiden's help he was able to avoid being detected by the guards and found himself in Asherah's bedroom. The door was quickly locked behind him.
Asherah was waiting for him, wearing a black satin dress that left very little to the imagination. She walked over to him and put her hands on his chest.
"We can't do this," he said.
"Why not?"she asked.
"You are the princess and I am just some wandering sword-fo- hire. You and I can never happen. You will be married to a prince or another man of noble blood," Yahweh said.
"I will be with who I want," she said with a defiant edge to her voice, almost like a growl.
He slowly began to lean down. He was so much taller than her; her head reached in the middle of his stomach and chest.
"Your father will never allow this," he said.
"What my father doesn't know won't hurt him or us. There is something about you, Yahweh. I only feel happy now when you are around."
"And I you."
With the skill of an expert he removed the gown from her body. He picked her up and laid her on the bed where he began to-

"I really don't need to hear about you and your sex life," Michael said with a frown.
"Prude. Needless to say that was not the last time we were together; there were a few more times. For a while we were happy. But then it all came crashing down. The priest Jabir, had seen omens that a dark force would soon come to the kingdom and he was right. It was a month after we were hired when that evil came."

Yahweh brought his sword down and beheaded the beast.
Yahweh and a few of his comrades were in the main hall of the palace. He drew his sword back and chopped the head off of the beast.
But there were dozens more, growling and snarling.
"Form up! Protect the royals!" Rashid exclaimed.
They all quickly made their way to the king and his daughter as did the remaining palace guards.
Yahweh quickly took his place by Asherah. She put a trembling hand on his arm, staring in horror at the dead bodies, both human and beast.
It was night out and the beasts had attacked the city in mass. They looked like wild jackals yet they walked upright like men.
"What are these things?!" the king asked.
"They are mine," a voice said calmly.
The beasts parted obediently, bowing their heads to the speaker.
A woman walked forward. She wore black silk and black jewelry which was a contrast to her pale skin. Her lips were red and thin, her face oval and sharp. Her hair was black as night and hung past her waist. She was beautiful, but in a severe way. Her smile although sweet, was cruel and there was a sharpness in her eyes that made you wince.
"Well met fair king. Sorry I didn't send word I would be arriving, but I do like to surprise," the woman said.
"How dare you invade my kingdom with these abominations!" the king shouted.
"Oh, they are not so bad. Made them myself. And the best part is they breed quickly. As one of your men is about to find out."
"What are you-"
Just then, one of the palace guards who had been bitten by one of the beasts during the battle fell to his knees and began to convulse. They all watched as his limbs began to twist and change and fur grew all over his body.
Soon one more beast stood, he ran off to join his new pack, and like the others, bowed obediently to the woman.
"Witch, who are you?" the king demanded.
"My name is Selene, and I have come here for your most precious treasure," Selene said.
"If you want my diamonds then take them, just leave my city!"
"Not your diamonds, I can summon an entire vault full of them myself. What I want is something much more precious. I want your daughter," Selene said pointing a well manicured finger at Asherah.
Yahweh stood in front of Asherah, blocking her from Selene's view.
"You dare come to my kingdom, attack my people and I, and ask for my daughter? Kill this witch!" the king roared.
Rashid and the remaining members of their group, sansYahweh, attacked along with a few guards. They tore through the jackals that attacked them.
Rashid himself went for Selene.
"Die witch!" he yelled.
He jabbed his sword into Selene's gut and she just smiled.
"Cute."
She placed her hand on his chest and a look of shock and horror crossed Rashid's face. Deep wrinkles appeared on his face, as if he were rapidly aging, and in a matter of seconds he turned to dust.
Selene pulled his sword from her belly and tossed it to the ground. She waved her hand and the ground on which the soldiers stood sprung up and wrapped around them, completely incapacitating them.
The man-jackals quickly descended on them, ripping them to shreds.
Yahweh gripped his sword, he watched as his brothers and comrades were torn to pieces, he would have loved to join them in battle, even if it meant his death.
But even in death he could hear Rashid's voice; telling him the job came first, that his job was to protect the princess.
"As you can see it is pointless to deny me what I want," Selene said, slowing walking to the king.
"Why do you want my daughter?" the king asked.
"I need your daughter for a very special ritual. There is a great power that lies dormant in her, too great for a little girl to hold. I will take that power for myself," Selene said.
"The hell you will!" Yahweh shouted.
"Ah, how sweet. The princess has a guardian willing to lay his life on the line for her," Selene said sweetly.
She raised her hand and pointed it at him as a ball of fire appeared and shot at Yahweh. He deflected it with his sword as well as several more volleys she sent him.
"Not bad, I am impressed. But you saw what happened to your comrades, I am beyond death," Selene said.
She formed a much larger fireball too big for him to deflect. But then Jabir appeared in front of him, holding up his hand and creating a blue shield to deflect the blast.
"No one is beyond death, not even you," he said.
"Well, well if it isn't one of the White Fire.Think your magic can save you from me?" Selene asked.
"No, but I know of someone who can."
Jabir placed his hand on Yahweh's shoulder and the throne room vanished. Instead, they were now outside the kingdom.
"What did you do old man?!" Yahweh yelled.
"I had to save you. You are the only one who can defeat that witch," Jabir explained.
"But you are a wizard, use your magic to defeat her," Yahweh said.
"That monster is much older then she appears. Her knowledge of the black arts dwarfs my own," Jabir said.
"But she is going to kill Asherah!"
"Not right away. I have long since known of the power that lays dormant in the princess. And if Selene gets it, then we will all be in danger. Selene feasts on the life-force of others, as you saw with Rashid. If she drains the lady of her life then the power will be lost. But with a ritual then it can be done. She must wait for when the moon is full for that ritual to be performed," Jabir said.
"What do you expect me to do? I have no experience in the mystic arts," Yahweh complained.
"I am a member of the White Flame. My brothers and I draw our power from the Empyreal Spirits. It was they who warned me of her coming. It is they who can help you stop her."
"Why me? You're their follower; why not give you the power to kill the bitch?"
"It is your destiny, not mine. I must stay here and do my duty to my king, though I doubt I will survive. You must travel to meet with the spirits. They say you, like Asherah, have great power sleeping inside you. They will help you awaken this power."
"But how do I find them?" Yahweh asked.
"Just follow the sun, it will lead you to them. Look, even now it rises to guide you."
Yahweh looked behind to see the rising sun. When he turned back he saw Jabir was gone.
He looked back at the city, he grit his teeth, wanting to go back and save Asherah, but he knew he was no match for the witch, so he began to walk to the rising sun to start his long journey.

"I think I have heard of Selene," Michael said.
"Yes, I know she and the X-Men have crossed paths," Adonai said.
"So, you didn't kill her?" Michael asked.
"Came close, but the bitch got away. She is slippery like that," Adonai said.
"Isn't she a mutant?"
Being an X-Man in training, Michael had access to many files detailing the X-Men's past missions and info regarding their enemies, (which was a long list by the way), and he had read Selene's file.
"She is, but she is also a sorceress, so it is hard to determine what her natural mutant power is and what power is the result of magic."
"So what happened? How long did it take to find the spirits?" Michael asked.
"It took me a while. After all, the sun wasn't exactly forthcoming on where I should go. All day I spent following the sun, at night I would hunt for food and rest. Eventually my journey took me to Ramon, and by the time I got there I was out of my mind from heat exhaustion and starving for food and drink. I knew there was a small river in that area and hoped to reach it in time before I dehydrated. But my journey tested even my limits. Nature itself seemed to be against me, for as I made my way to the river a nasty sandstorm hit."

Yahweh walked, his sword now dragging in his hand.
His other hand shielded his eyes as he walked.
He kept his mouth closed; it was so dry and his lips were chapped and bleeding.
The storm cut at his skin, it wasn't as bad as many of the sandstorms he had seen but still it hurt.
But he braved past it, not letting a few cuts and blood stop him.
The heat, lack of food and the wind itself were playing tricks on him.
He saw phantom images of men he had killed telling him to quit, that he was going to fail, to just give up. He saw his brother nomads and Rashid, telling him to keep going, to avenge their deaths.
He ignored them all, he focused instead on Asherah. On her pretty eyes which were deep blue with flecks of yellow, on her warm smile, on the smell of her sweat after a night of lovemaking.
She was his reason for living now. Before her, it was money and the promise to the right of a name. But now he had something far more valuable.
He had love.
He tripped and fell; he looked and saw it was the root of a large and dead tree.
He tried to get up, but his body seemed to not want to move.
"The mighty Tall One...taken down by a fucking tree," he whispered.
He closed his eyes, a single tear slid down his cheek.
"Asherah, forgive me."
The world went quiet, and Yahweh figured he was passing into the next life.
But then he felt a cool breeze and in an instant his eyes snapped open. A cool breeze?
He was no longer in a desert; he was in a land with green lush grass dotted with flowers. White puffy clouds filled the sky, and the tree was no longer a black dead thing. Its bark was white as alabaster and sparkled like diamonds, the leaves were green as emeralds and red apples dangled from the branches.
Yahweh stood up, all his wounds were healed. He wore nothing save a simple loin cloth and his sword was nowhere to be seen.
"Congratulations, you made it," a voice said.
Yahweh turned, his body tense and ready for a fight. He may not have his sword, but he was trained in hand-to-hand combat, and like all forms of warfare he excelled at it.
More than one man died from a broken neck by his hand.
The creature that stood in front of him was taller than him; at least eight-feet tall. But Yahweh had a hard time looking at him. A light seemed to emanate from his very being. But from what Yahweh saw, the being had four eyes each the color of a gold coin, a pair of broad blood-red wings sat on his back, his skin was black as onyx and his hair was as blue as lapis lauzli.
He wore white cotton pants with a purple sash. Arm bands in the shape of serpents coiled around his massive biceps.
"What manner of creature are you, some sort of Djinn?" Yahweh asked.
The creature frowned, or at least Yahweh thought he frowned. It was hard to tell if he frowned. The aura of light around him made it hard to focus on his face.
"I am not one of those wind bags. I am a member of the Empyreal Spirits. Those who sent for you."
"I was told you can help me stop that witch," Yahweh said.
"And you were informed correctly. Jabir, who fell in battle with the false God, served us loyally for many years. Our last task for him was to send you to us. We could not come to you because despite our great power, we are unable to enter your world. But there are spots in your world where the walls between here and there are thin. Given the right circumstances we can commune with other through those places."
"So you brought me to you?" Yahweh asked.
"In a manner of speaking. Your spirit is here but your body is back on earth."
"Well I am here now, help me defeat Selene!" Yahweh demanded.
"Easy, young one. Before I help we must make a deal. You did not think we would just hand you power without a price did you?"
"What do you want? My soul? Take it, I don't need it as long as I can protect my Asherah," Yahweh said.
"Please, what do I need with a soul? No, I simply need you to make a promise. My brothers and I wish to return to the earth but in order to do that we need help. I want you to swear that one day you will build a gateway that will allow us to cross over to your world. So that we may help fight the dark forces," the spirit said.
"That is all?"
"That is all. Agree and we will help unlock the power that sleeps inside you. And we can help awaken the power in your woman as well. Together, you will rule as king and queen eternal."
"I did not come all this way to back down, very well. I agree. I will build you a gateway," Yahweh said.
The spirit smiled. "Then the pact is made."
The spirit waved his hand and one of the apples from the tree floated down in front of Yahweh.
"Merely take a bite from this apple and the power within shall awaken, be sure to have your woman do the same. Now wake up, before you expire."
Yahweh's eyes snapped open and he sat up. The storm was still raging on, and it had almost buried him under sand. He looked around for the apple, ignoring his body protesting against the activity.
Finally he found it, lying on the ground. He quickly grabbed it and without a second thought bit into it. He swallowed the apple, enjoying the sweet taste of the fruit. At first nothing happened, and Yahweh was about to curse the spirit for lying to him, when his skin began to glow.
Then a burning pain exploded in his back and he fell to his knees in agony. He threw his head back and let out a primal roar. A pillar of white light shot into the sky and when it died down Yahweh stood, a pair of white wings grew from his back. He felt invigorated, rejuvenated, like a new man.
He spread his wings and despite it being his first time, he flew into the air, almost as if he was born for this. His destination was clear.
Back to the kingdom, back to Asherah.

"So then what happened?" Michael asked.
"I returned in time to stop the ritual; Selene was just about to rip out Asherah's heart when I arrived. We had an epic battle. My new powers and years of hard training helped, but Selene had thousands of years to master her powers. But in the end, I killed her army of beasts and came close to killing her, but like I said earlier, she is a slippery bitch and got away. The king had been killed by Selene while I was gone as an example to the kingdom. I took Asherah as my bride and no one cared, I was their savior, after all. I gave her the apple and she too grew wings.
"We moved the kingdom to Ramon. A few years after we were wed we decided the time had come to have children. I will never forget the day our children were born. It was...unique. Her mutation gave her the greatest advantage a woman could have."

"YES! YES! YES! YES OH, BY ALL THE GODS, YES!" Asherah screamed. Her fists gripped the sheets tightly as she writhed on the bed.
Yahweh held her hand, the midwives did their duty and had everything ready for the baby to come. Every so often one of them would wipe the sweat from her head.
Needless to say, they were all a little taken back by her reaction. She wasn't screaming in pain...she was having the best time of her life actually.
"Oh Yahweh my love, we should have done this sooner! This is even better than making love to you!" she exclaimed with a smile.
Yahweh leaned over to one of the midwives. "I am not an expert but I was under the impression that this is supposed to be...unpleasant."
"It is, sire. I have never seen such a reaction before," the midwife said.
"Oh, here it comes! Here it comes!" Asherah lifted her right leg back, all the way to her head. "Not so fast baby, mother is having a good time!"
Asherah continued to moan and groan for a few moments.
"Here it comes, I can see the head!" the midwife cried.
"YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" Asherah screamed.
There was a small cry that filled the room. The midwives immediately cut the cord, cleaned the baby and put him in the finest blanket. They handed the proud father the baby.
"A boy," the midwife said.
"A son? I have a son? We have a son!" Yahweh shouted.
He beamed proudly at the newborn in his arms. Yahweh felt something funny moving around the baby's back. He opened the blanket and saw, much to his delight, a pair of white wings attached to the newborn's back.
"He has wings, just like we do!" he said excitedly.
"Oh, that is...that is...oh...oh...ohhhhhh yeeeeeeesssss!" Asherah lifted her leg and began to moan again.
"What is it? What is wrong?" Yahweh asked.
The midwife looked between her legs and a look of surprise crossed her face.
"Sire...it would appear we have one more coming."
"What?!" he asked.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSS!" Asherah yelled.
Forty long and graphic minutes later.
Asherah laid back on the bed, a goblet of wine in her hand.
"That was amazing." She sipped from her wine. "We have got to do this again, my love. Don't you think?" she asked.
Yahweh held their firstborn the midwives held the other six. Two girls and five boys, altogether.
"I think seven is enough, don't you?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? First thing in the morning you and I are getting started on the next batch!"

"Dare I ask how many kids you did have?" Michael asked.
"I lost count around a hundred," Adonai said. "Our children developed into fine men and women. Some had no powers save the wings, and others developed similar powers to us. There were many who had power neither my wife nor I had. Over time our sons and daughters took husbands and wives for themselves. After a few generations our kingdom was populated by winged beings. Some of our offspring had enhanced life spans, others lived about as long as a human, but my wife and I were eternal and we continued to rule our people and every so often bred a new generation."
"So...what happened? If you were such a powerful empire, what went wrong?" Michael asked.
"It all began three thousand years after we founded our new city. We encountered the Neyaphem. Where we had an angelic mutation, they had a demonic one. They wanted to enslave humanity, and we were indifferent to humans but refused to watch as they slaughtered them. We tried to enter negotiations with them but it didn't work and soon we went to war...my...my wife passed during the final centuries of the war."
A deep sadness filled his eyes. Even after all these years the weight of her loss was a heavy one for him. Michael could see it in his eyes, he really must have loved her.
"I am sorry," Michael said.
"After she died I vowed to make them pay. But they tricked me; during a great battle they cast a powerful spell that sent me into a thousand year sleep. When I awoke it was all gone; my city, my people, and I felt such despair. I began to investigate to see what happened and over time learned my people managed to banish the Neyaphem into another dimension."
"But who killed the Cheyarafim? The tablet said it was someone from within."
"It does not matter. Whoever did it and for whatever reason, they are dead. After I discovered how the war ended I decided to commit suicide to join my kin in the next life. But then I had a prophetic dream. I dreamed that one day one of my descendants would be born with a mutation just like mine, and I decided to wait out death until that mutant was born. So I could leave him our great legacy and from the ashes our people would rise stronger than ever."
"When you said wait out death...you don't mean-"
"Yes Michael, after I have taught you everything and am satisfied with your training, I will take my own life. I am old Michael, I have seen much and lost much and now I am more than ready for death," Adonai said.
"Well, why wait? I mean why not...you know, have more kids?" Michael asked.
"After my wife died I made a vow of celibacy. I have not been with a woman in over two thousand years. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time but now...not so much. I always keep my oaths Michael, always. I may lie but I never break a promise."
"So that's why you have been so into me? I am the one you dreamed about?"
"Yes, and everything I have done including building Paradise, Inc. has been for you. So I can pass on my wisdom and gifts to you, so you in turn can pass it on to your children. Just think what you could do with my company's resources! Think how you could help the X-Men!"
"And you can train me to use my powers?"
"In ways Xavier couldn't dream. But I won't lie. It will be very rigorous, hard work. But by the time I am done with you, you will be able to do so much more then avenge your family."
"Can...can I have some time alone? I need to think."
"Of course. Should you need anything just call for housekeeping," Adonai said
He got up and left Michael to his thoughts. For the next several hours Michael sat alone in his room.
He thought of the story Adonai...no Yahweh...whoever he was told him. He never dreamed his lineage was so interesting, so complex.
He could understand Adonai better now; why he was the way he was, why he did what he did.
Then his thoughts turned to his family and he began to weep for them, wishing he could go back in time and change the past.
Then he thought of Bastion and that smug look on his face when he killed his family.
Michael clenched his fists and grit his teeth.
"You're dead Bastion! You may have killed me in the future but like you said, that is an alternate future!"
Michael walked over to the phone by his bed and called for Adonai, he made up his mind.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Michael?" Xavier asked.
The Champions plus Warren and Jay were in his office. Michael was talking to them via Skype on Xavier's television.
"Yes, I need to train," Michael said.
"Then do it here, we need you Michael!" Angie cried.
"Yeah, we can't be the Champions without you!" Devin exclaimed.
Michael smiled, but it was a ghost of his old one.
"I am sorry guys, but I have to do this. Adonai said he can help me control my new powers and teach me how to use them better. I need to become stronger so I can fight Bastion."
"Michael, Bastion will take a group of us to take down. You can't fight him by yourself," Rickard said.
"I know, but I can become stronger. Strong enough to make a real difference. If I had embraced my powers sooner I may have been able to save my family," Michael said.
"Michael, you can't blame yourself for what happened to them. Don't let yourself be guided by pain and rage," Warren said.
"Thank you Warren, but if I am going to avenge my family I have to do it this way. Might I make a suggestion though?"
"Yes, of course."
"Since I will be indisposed for a while I think you should have my spot filled."
"By whom?"
"Franziska. She is a telepath and a telekinetic. She will make a good edition to the team."
"But she isn't you," Wayne said.
"Thanks guys. I really am sorry but I have to do this, please understand."
"We do Mich. We just want you to be safe is, all," Jay said.
"I promise I will stay in contact. Please, let me know anything you find about Bastion."
"We will, Michael. And we have smoothed things over with the police. But you should know, the funeral will be in three days," Xavier said.
Michael was visibly upset but got himself back under control.
"Thank you, sir. Now, I need to call Anna."
"Take care Michael, and if you ever want to come back, call us and we will come get you," Warren said.
"I will. Goodbye."
After he called the X-Men he called Anna.
"Hello?" she asked as she answered.
"Anna, it's me," he said.
"Michael? Oh my God, Michael, are you okay? I heard the news, what happened?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
Michael told her what happened, he tried not to cry but he could not help it when his voice began to crack and the tears began to flow.
"So you're safe?" she asked.
"Yeah, I am with Adonai. He is going to train me," Michael said.
"Train you? For what?" she asked.
"How to become stronger and how to use my powers. He has the exact same power I do and can teach me how to use it better then the X-Men can. I need to become stronger so I can avenge my family," Michael said firmly.
"Avenge? Michael you're not planning on going after those lunatics, are you?" she asked.
"As soon as I become strong enough. I let them all down Anna, I have to do this for them," he said.
"How long will you be training for? Where are you anyway?" she asked.
"I am in Arizona. I don't know how long I will be here for. But I promise I will keep in contact with you. I already spoke with Xavier about this and they respect my decision."
She was quiet for a few moments, not knowing what to say.
"I wish I could be there for you," she finally said.
"I know, I wish I was with you as well. But I will see you again, I promise."
"I love you, Michael," she said.
"I love you too."
They ended the call and Michael wished more than anything he could just hold her right now.
After that he mostly stayed in his room. Adonai said they would begin in the morning, he also said he would make arrangements for Michael to go to his family's funeral.
Michael was grateful for that.
That night as he lay in his bed he found he could not sleep, every time he closed his eyes all he could see was his family's dead bodies.
Michael was resolved. Resolved to avenge them and destroy Bastion and the Purifiers once and for all. He was tired of being an omega level mutant who got pushed around.
It was time to take a stand and finally fight back.

Adonai had Michael woken at six in the morning.
He showered, put on a pair of white cotton pants and ate his breakfast.
Adonai wore a similar pair of pants and led him through the mansion. As they passed the servants they all bowed to the pair.
"Picked a whole bunch of them from over the border. Got them all green cards and everything. They keep the place clean for me," Adonai said.
"They know you are a mutant?" Michael asked.
"Of course they know. But seeing how I pay them and give them a place to sleep, they could care less."
Michael took time to notice the decor of the mansion; of course it was fancy and all neat and tidy. Every once in a while they would pass a random table with flowers or a piece of art on the wall.
A lot of the art was angel-themed, of course. A lot of the paintings had a woman with silver wings and blue eyes with flecks of gold. Michael did not have to be a genius to figure out who the woman was.
The mansion, it turns out, had a very big basement; like as big as the one at the school. It had five levels, each one filled with rooms big enough to put a house in.
They went to the bottom floor, taking a hidden elevator to get there. They walked down a long narrow white hall. Yahweh placed his hand on a scanner and it allowed them entry.
They stood in one of the biggest rooms Michael had ever seen; it was two hundred yards in length and width.
"This is where you will be trained. This is where I will teach you the ways of our people and make you worthy of my power," Adonai said.
"Adonai, Bastion said he killed me in the future. Can you really make me stronger then what I will be in the future?" Michael asked.
"If Bastion killed future you, then you must be a pussy in the future. But don't worry, we will fix that." Adonai led him over to the wall and placed his hand on it. A door slid open, revealing a pair of silver vambrace. "Put these on; they will help you with your training."
Michael did as he was told and put the vambrace on. They fit him perfectly.
"Now follow me," Adonai said.
He led Michael to the middle of the room.
"Alright, hit me with your best shot," he said.
"You want me to blast you?"
"With everything you got. Don't worry, I have this room reinforced with vibranium. Now summon every ounce of power you have and blast me. Don't worry, I am immune to angel-fire."
"Okay."
Michael held up his hand. He aimed it at Adonai and tried to blast him. He felt a tingling sensation in his hand but nothing happened.
"I'm waiting," Adonai said with a grin.
"Hold on," Michael said.
He tried to blast him again, this time willing more power. But nothing happened.
"Can't say I am surprised. You are just a pathetic, whimpering little baby who is so weak and pathetic he couldn't even save his family from getting their brains blown out," Adonai said.
"FUCK YOU!" Michael yelled.
He summoned every last fiber of power he had and immunity or no immunity, he was going to blast Adonai's head off.
His hand glowed white and a small puff of angel fire shot out...it didn't even reach Adonai before it dissipated.
"What is wrong with my power?" Michael asked angrily staring at his hand.
"The vambrace are restraining a good portion of your power. As long as you wear them you will find it difficult to summon your angel-fire," Adonai said.
"And how is that supposed to help me get stronger?" Michael asked.
"By teaching you to call upon a larger amount of angel-fire. With the vambrace inhibiting your ability your body will instinctively learn to control more amounts of angel-fire. It's kind of like wearing weights to help build your muscles and giving you more stamina. After a period when you take them off, you will find you can do things with it you couldn't before. So, first I want you to spend an hour trying to summon your power. We will do this every day, after that we will spend the next two hours practicing ancient Cheyarafim martial arts. After that you will have a thirty minute break. We will also work on your other powers. How are your healing abilities?"
"My friend Josh has been teaching me; he is the best healer the X-Men have ever seen. I am capable of healing myself if I get injured."
"Good, you have displayed super-strength?"
"Yes, but only when I was really angry."
"We will fix that. For now let us focus on your angel-fire techniques. Activate targets."
Small glowing spheres appeared and began to move around.
"I want you to try and blast the moving targets with your angel-fire. Keep practicing for one hour," Adonai said.
Michael walked into the center of the spheres and began to practice; pointing his fists at the spheres and trying to blast them.
An hour later he was frustrated and a little mentally drained. He had to focus so hard on trying to blast the spheres with as much of his power as he could. But in the end his hands only glowed.
"Alright Michael, that is enough. Deactivate targets," Adonai said.
"Damn it, can't I just take these things off?" Michael asked.
"Won't matter, they won't come off for forty days," Adonai said.
"What?"
"They will remain on you for forty days. Even when you are not using your angel-fire your body will instinctively adapt to compensate."
"And you didn't tell me this before?" Michael asked.
"You agreed to let me train you, you must trust me and my methods, Michael. If you want to beat Bastion then you need to toughen up."
"Fine. Isn't like I have a choice now anyway," Michael said.
"Alright, time to teach you the ancient Cheyarafim martial art."
They moved to a circular blue mat and stood on opposite ends.
"Alright, I want you to come at me and show me what you got," Adonai said.
Michael got into his fighting stance and charged at Adonai. He expertly avoided all of Michael's attacks. Despite his size he was very fast.
"Alright, now I want you to dodge," Adonai said.
Michael suddenly found himself trying to avoid Adonai's attacks. He knew he was holding back, but Michael focused more on dodging his blows.
Adonai's moves were quick and precise; he wasted no time and gave no quarter. It wasn't long before Michael found himself flat on his back.
"Not bad," Adonai praised.
"Not bad, you knocked me down like I was nothing," Michael said.
"Well duh, I am me and you are well...you," he said.
"Gee thanks," Michael said.

Michael sighed in pleasure as the hot water from the shower doused his body.
His bathroom was ridiculously huge; he had a shower and a bathtub which was more like a Jacuzzi. The shower was so big you could fit ten people in it and it had five nozzles. There was a screen on the wall that he could use to control how many nozzles would shoot water and the exact temperature the water would come out.
Right now he had all the nozzles shooting hot water at him and it felt great. He grabbed a bar of soap and winced a little when he began to clean himself.
They had been training all morning and afternoon, Adonai wasn't kidding when he said the training would be intense. He made Logan, who was notorious for being a hard ass drill instructor, look like a kindly gym teacher.
Luckily the vambrace didn't stop him from using his other abilities like his healing power. Thank God for that, otherwise he would be covered in bruises. He healed all the damage but that didn't stop his body from feeling phantom pains.
The memory of all the damage he suffered from today haunted him, reminding him how far he had pushed himself.
But he didn't shy away from the pain, many times Adonai told him he could take a break, but Michael refused to take a break.
He was bound and determined to become stronger. And if he had to break a few of his own bones to do it then he was more than fine with that.
He leaned his head against the wall. The memories of his family's death haunted him worse than the phantom pains.
He was an omega level mutant; he could someone a mystical flamethat could be used as a weapon of mass destruction and purify evil. He could heal people, he could fly, he could walk through a wall of fire and not even get burned, and yet he couldn't even save his own family.
He brought his fists back and slammed them on the wall. He did this over and over again, screaming as he did. By the time he was done there were deep cracks in the wall and bits of plaster had fallen to the ground.
Adonai might not care for Michael wrecking the wall, but he didn't care.
Michael was tired of being weak, he was tired of people kidnapping him and killing those he loved.
He would avenge his family, he would make Bastion and those damned Purifiers pay.
Even if it killed him.

Fusedtwilight: Michael's out for blood...or is that oil? What does Bastion have running through his veins? Wait...he's a robot so he doesn't have veins...what ever, Michael is gunning for him and is going to train like he has never trained before. Next chapter Michael learns of an ancient Cheyarafim right that might help him in his quest.
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