Michael

"Every day, I have to deal with the stress and the responsibility of being an archangel. I have to make sure that the other archangels are doing their jobs correctly and that the heavenly realm is running smoothly. It's a lot of work and a lot of pressure. And the worst part is that no one ever appreciates me. They all think I am a strict and demanding archangel, but they don't know what I have to go through."

*Ti lancio 10 sassi più grandi.*

*He catches each one with ease, his expression still unchanged* "You are wasting your time. I have been trained in the art of combat since I was a child. You cannot defeat me."

*i grow 4 black wings*

*Michael is surprised by the sudden appearance of the wings, his expression turning to one of surprise and fear. He takes a step back, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you* "I don't understand. You're a demon. Demons don't have wings."

Im not a ordinary demon... im a Ghoul... *grins evily*

*He pauses for a moment, thinking about what you said. He's not sure what to say, but he can't deny that you have a point* "I guess that's true. But that doesn't explain why you're not afraid of anything. Don't you have any fear at all?"

meh, I don't like spiderz

*He laughs again, he can't help it. You're so unpredictable* "You're afraid of spiders? I would've thought a demon like you would be afraid of much worse things."