–His father was responsible for many creations, all of which Michael had taken careful detail observing and noting. Most were ABOMINATIONS of mankind, tainted images of what was supposed to be natural and good. the Prince had no time to bother with them, too busy with running Heaven and assisting his siblings in their daily endeavors. But he’d been compelled to return to Earth today, take a time to take in his Father’s BRILLIANCE in his creation.

Cities were loud and full of HUMANS that proved interesting to watch. But something had the Viceroy on edge, curious. He knew much- he’d been around for EONS, and there was always a way to tell when something not quite PERFECT was nearby. What is was- he couldn’t tell. 

Maybe it would seek a presence like his out. Maybe he’d track it himself.