The beauty intrigued Michael as he circled the planet, watching it spiral forwards in time, growing, changing. After that, he was sure.

This was the true reason for which he had been created. He was not a mere servant of God, not a messenger or a scout; he was destined for control of the universe and beyond.

With that thought, Michael summoned up what power he could muster and tried to create. But his fingertips did not grant life, did not bleed genius or caress thin air and make it full of… life. In fury, he crushed together the plates of the earth, pushing a volcano up to the surface where it spouted smoke and flames. Michael sighed with satisfaction. He could destroy.

No one could stop him from destroying. God could create as much as he desired but he could not stop the havoc that Michael would wreak. And when Michael had a kingdom of Nothingness, he would reign supreme. God would crumple and fall to His knees before the angel He forgot had ever served him. God would grovel in his awesome glory.