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     I opened my eyes to the darkness. I felt the shivering touch of night slide over my skin and I smiled.
     I rolled out of bed and looked into the mirror. The figure looking at me was pale, practically glowing in the moonilight. I looked thin, but I didn't really care.
     I pulled on a pair of jeans and sauntered, barefoot, half naked out into the street. As I walked I let my hand trail in the dark like some people do in the water. The darkness became more focused around my fingers, curling and spiraling up my arm, ripping away two long shreds of skin on my back. As my blood began to trickle from the vertical cuts the tendrils of the night slithered into them.
     I felt the clammy dark burning away at my body, from the inside out. My blood turned to smoke, my insides melted into ash. I was being hallowed out, turned into an empty shell. Then, just as quickly, I wasn't empty anymore.
     The cold dark burned away all the weak human parts in what was once a frail human body, and replaced them with something far older, and far darker.
     I felt my true form returning, felt strength flood my new/old body. My skin cracked in a thousand blaces and blazing darkness rushed to take its place. Angry black lines criss-crossed my divine, pale body, scars of ancient battles past.
     The twin lines on my back exploded with fire. Brilliant plumes of white light wavered and flashed, slowly resolving into two massive wings that wrapped my body like a cloak. The light didn't fend off the darkness, not for me. I'd chosen the "wrong path." The darkness twirled and danced with the light, encircling my body in a sickening combination, angelic fire and demonic cold.
     I was finally free, free of that wretched human body. Imprisoned in that suffocating caccoon I'd had time to plan, to think, to plot my vengeance.

     As I stepped into the air my mind wandered. I'm coming for you, Michael, I thought, I'm going to punish you for imprisoning me. Your god is a god of justice, isn't he? An angry god? Well so am I, and you better run Michael.
You better run, because I'll turn over heaven and hell to find you, and crush you.