This house doesn't feel like home
Michael had been by himself in Vega for a very long time. There were other High angels hidden in the city, ones he conversed with dailly, but none of them seemed viable sources to build his flock. There was Gabriel, of course, his twin brother, but he couldn't be trusted around humans and therefore it was Michael who had exiled himself here. The highest room of the tallest hotel afforded him the luxury of looking out over the bustling city. Each morning he greeted the sun with wings spread wide. He went through his usual morning routine, exercises that forced him to focus his mind and kept his fighting reflexes sharp as the blades he carried with him.
He was beginning to think he would never have a flock of his own, let alone the nest that he innately, instinctively craved. Perhaps father had sent him back wrong. A broken thing unable to bond. Forced to forever be alone for the rest of eternity. It was a grim reality he was beginning to accept. Until one morning he sensed something new. A prickle of Grace so familiar it made his wings arch high and wide, sucked the breath from his lungs.
There was an intruder in his perch. Strange and yet familiar all at the same time.
Large black wings still arched in a display of dominance, the alpha parted the thin veil of cloth that surrounded the large, yet empty bed he slept in.
"Gabriel?"