Warning! This chapter contains slight mentions of r*pe and pedophilia. Viewer discretion is advised!

Location: Heaven

"Do you really think Zeus is worried about Sera becoming a threat? I mean… We are talking about Sera here! Just look at her!" Gabriel whispered and mentioned to their three-year-old niece who was reading one of Uriel's books. "Do you think she would go and challenge the god? The fuck are his delusional thoughts about this time." They groaned, not believing that the strongest and highest god, the "godfather", would think of Seraphina as a future threat.

"Well… Actually, it is not that far-fetched." Uriel said seriously and closed his eyes for a moment. "Zeus always has been a narcissistic god who doesn't want to give up the throne. He was even worried about his own children becoming threats or questioning his authority over them. So, it really isn't that unusual for him to see Michael's child as a threat. After all, older brother is almost as strong as him, if not at the same power level as Zeus." 

After Uriel's explanation, it was silent for a moment before the siblings looked at Michael in clear worry. The King of Angels massaged his temples, grunting lightly before opening his eyes in annoyance. "I don't like this. I don't like this at all." He growled out. "If there is someone I want to keep away from Sera, it would be Zeus. He is a danger for anyone with good looks just because he can't keep it in his pants!" Michael shouted and smashed his fist onto the table, the sound echoing through the salon loudly.

Seraphina blinked at that and glanced at her father in concern. However, she knew better than to disturb them while they were discussing something important. So, the girl slowly closed the book and brushed her braided long silver hair behind her back. She got down from the couch carefully and walked a bit further away into the glass conservatory. 

'I might as well use this chance for a bit of peace.' She thought as a small smile slipped on her lips, kneeling to inspect the plants within the big Wintergarden. She could use this chance to make sure all the small growing flowers were taken care of.

Raphael sighed at Michael's anger and looked down to the table in sadness. "I know. Zeus' tendencies are questionable but his power is absolute. The only ones who can tell him what to do are the elders and they don't like to deal with him either." He paused and shook his head. "It's really a problem. He violated so many women just because he wanted to, not to mention that his count of illegitimate children is the highest out of all the gods."

"He is a fuck boy of the highest degree, that's why." Gabriel sassed and shrugged their shoulders. "He is a nasty perverted creep and I hate the fact that no matter where you go if Zeus is there he has to try and get into the pants of at least one person." They rolled their eyes and huffed, thinking back to their birthday party a few years ago.

Raphael laughed nervously at that, remembering just how upset Gabriel had been back then. "Yes, but that is not what I’m worried about. Not directly at least…" He said slowly and frowned. "I think it would be for the best if he never meets Sera."

Uriel narrowed his eyes as he understood what Raphael wanted to say with this, glancing back to Michael who was not happy.

"I really, really hope you are in the wrong, Raphael," Michael spoke slowly as he gripped tighter onto the tabletop. "After all, he never showed interest in children… Right… Right?!" He asked in a triggered way, making his brothers cringe lightly.

"Yes, I have no recollection of him ever being interested in a child," Uriel confirmed quickly and nodded to further underline his statement.

"Yeah, that's true! So we shouldn't be worried yet! Even though teenagers are another thing because of that one time-" Gabriel said relieved before freezing as they noticed what they had blurted out. 'Oh, shit-'

Michael's left eye twitched as his grip on the table grew to a concerning point. "...Right…" He grumbled before he frowned in rage as his mind just had to catch onto the 'teenagers' part. "If that disgusting bastard ever even thinks about trying anything funny with my daughter I AM GOING TO RIP OFF HIS DICK AND SHOVE IT RIGHT DOWN HIS THROAT! WHO CARES IF I FALL FROM HEAVEN FOR THAT, I GLADLY BECOME A FALLEN ANGEL TO MAKE SURE HIS NASTY HANDS STAY OFF MY DAUGHTER!" Michael shouted in rage, a low rumbling shaking the ground lightly from his suppressed power radiating through the air. Before he knew it, he was holding a piece of the tabletop in his hands after accidentally breaking it off.

Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel just stared at their brother with a deadpan expression. They glanced from the piece of the table in his hands back to his angry expression before sighing in fondness. 'He will never change huh…' 

"I know and we wouldn't blame you for it, but what did the table do wrong to deserve this?" Raphael asked awkwardly while Gabriel couldn't hide the snicker escaping them.

The Archangel of Justice blinked at that in surprise and glanced at the tabletop piece. "What?" He asked confused before realizing what had happened. Slowly, he put the piece back where he broke it off from as if nothing happened. "... I have no idea what you are talking about…"

"THAT WON'T FIX THE TABLE, YOU KNOW!!"

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Their conversation came to a quick end as the Archangels had to return to their duty. Michael fixed the table before noticing his daughter had left the salon. A tiny smile broke through his usual stern facade and he shook his head while walking over to the conservatory.  

"Sera?" He called for her softly as he stepped through the wonderland of blooming flowers and plants. The King of Angels knew where to find the three-year-old, yet something seemed off. He really couldn't put his finger on it but it caused a spark of worry to inflame in his heart. 

Picking up his pace, Michael almost ran through the plants, which caused him to curse softly when his foot got caught in an ivy twine. "Sera!" He shouted her name frantically almost, fiddling to get the plant off his foot before stumbling into the clearing.

Sunlight shone through the glass walls of the greenhouse, slight dust and light particles dancing through the air in a gentle swing and added to the magical feeling within the conservatory. Michael came to a halt right when he spotted his daughter kneeling in the spot of sunlight. He sighed in relief and approached her slowly as a small amused smile graced his lips. "What are you doing, Sera-" He asked curiously before he froze in surprise when he noticed that the girl was praying.

"I am praying." The three-year-old explained, a gentle very soft smile gracing her lips as her eyes were closed in peaceful concentration.

"...Praying?" Her father asked before he shook his head and sat down next to her. He couldn't help but feel amused that his daughter, the Princess of Heaven, was praying. "For what reason?"

"Because not everyone has a good life like me. I am praying to give them strength." She whispered, slowly unfolding her hands and opening her brilliant silver eyes. She stared up into her father's surprised golden orbs, the maturity shining in hers catching him off guard.

Michael couldn't help but frown at that in worry, not believing he heard his three-year-old daughter say such a thing. "How do you know that, Sera?" He asked carefully, feeling a slight pain in his chest as he wondered where she could have picked up such knowledge about the cruel reality of their world.

"... I don't know how," Seraphina whispered as her eyes twinkled in confusion. She tilted her head lightly in thoughts as the light got caught in her hair and made it shimmer like liquid silver. "And I don't know why. I just know." She mumbled softly before she glanced back up to her father in concern. "Is that a bad thing?" She asked him with a small cute frown, anxiously playing with the lace hem of her light blue puffy dress.

Michael studied her features for a moment longer before a smile lit up his own. "No, it's the opposite. It's a good thing actually." He said and reached forward to gently pat her head with his big hand. "A very good thing."

"Really?" Sera asked in wonder as her eyes widened before a bright precious smile spread on her lips. "I'm glad then." She said with such relief it stunned her father for a moment. 

A chuckle slipped past his lips as he shook his head slowly in fondness. "That doesn't mean you should talk like this, though. Where are all the ‘daddy, I want to drink hot chocolate!’ shouts?!" He teased her with a smirk.

The girl blushed at that lightly and huffed softly. "I am not a baby anymore, papa! I don't talk like this anymore!!" She insisted with a cute high-pitched shout, making Michael laugh loudly at her protests. 

"Sure, sure. Does that mean you don't want hot chocolate anymore?" He raised an eyebrow at her, a slight smug expression gracing his features.

"I never said that!" Seraphina huffed out and pouted cutely before giggling as soon as she was pulled into a gentle hug from her father. "Can we please have some hot chocolate later?" She asked with a big smile as she hugged him back happily.

"Of course." Michael chuckled and kissed the crown of her head, smiling in genuine happiness.

"Thank you. I love you, papa." Sera suddenly whispered so seriously she once more left her father stunned at her ability to catch him off guard.

Michael gazed down at her for a moment before his eyes softened immensely. "I love you too, little dove."