It could not have been any more innocent.
The holiest of holies trapped in the embodiment of sin, head bowed in the shower, water peltering onto his skin, dripping off his hair. The shower is a ritual more so than a necessity, for the body lost its 'human-ness', the moment Michael took its place. Michael himself had no real recollection of humanity and what it entailed.
The shower was a place and time to be quiet and still, to be attuned to and wait on God. Sacred, quiet spaces could be found in a church, it could be a bed - he cannot remember the last time he slept but he does lie down from time to time - it could be anywhere really. But the sound of the water drowned out everything else around him.
Maybe it was drowning out the voice of God as well.
He was far from being disconcerted by the persistent absence of word. He was not impatient and there were many around him - he could sense them, faintly, for Lucifer overpowered everything - who were working, and could easily send word if it did not come from Lucifer himself.
The maid is confronted by a man without clothes emerging from the bathroom and, while she could appreciate the view, her first instinct was to drop the laundry basket in her hands and scream.
It could not have been any more disturbing. And wrong. And, oh my god - was Mr. Preston gay?
The holiest of holies trapped in the embodiment of sin, head bowed in the shower, water peltering onto his skin, dripping off his hair. The shower is a ritual more so than a necessity, for the body lost its 'human-ness', the moment Michael took its place. Michael himself had no real recollection of humanity and what it entailed.
The shower was a place and time to be quiet and still, to be attuned to and wait on God. Sacred, quiet spaces could be found in a church, it could be a bed - he cannot remember the last time he slept but he does lie down from time to time - it could be anywhere really. But the sound of the water drowned out everything else around him.
Maybe it was drowning out the voice of God as well.
He was far from being disconcerted by the persistent absence of word. He was not impatient and there were many around him - he could sense them, faintly, for Lucifer overpowered everything - who were working, and could easily send word if it did not come from Lucifer himself.
The maid is confronted by a man without clothes emerging from the bathroom and, while she could appreciate the view, her first instinct was to drop the laundry basket in her hands and scream.
It could not have been any more disturbing. And wrong. And, oh my god - was Mr. Preston gay?