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He Who Is Like God

Published June 19, 2013 by RowanMeir Films

Moloch’s red beady eyes narrow in lustful desire of what he will do to these humans once their souls come to his lair. For he hates. He hates. He hates. He hates them. It is then that he feels the cold wind blow through the street as his master whispers to him a name—a name that means warning, “Michael…Michael…”

Michael in the alley

Graphic Novel Design by Scott Edward

   Moloch whips his sword from his sheath and caws loudly to his brood. The fallen angels go silent; they quickly reach for their weapons. Their goat-like eyes search the sky, the shadows, the rubble.

   Michael.

   It was bad enough when Gabriel was here, but Michael…Michael will annihilate them with a single swipe of his adamantine sword. But why this street? Moloch continues to search the landscape for the archangel. “We feel him…we curse him…we know…”

   He does not call out to Michael, for to speak his name is a battle cry in the name of God. And no fallen angel would want him here. This can only mean one thing…someone here did.

(Excerpt from Archangels: Book I © Copyright 2013)

Moloch

 Moloch Artwork by Scott Edward

When I was first writing the character of the Archangel Michael in the screenplay—followed by the book adaptation—I often wondered if Homer was thinking of Michael when imagining his mortal Achilles. I mean that in the warrior sense, not the core character of the person for that matter—an unbeatable champion…but without a weakness. For I find that in writing about the archangel himself, there is no flaw—not even to curse the very presence of evil:

“But even the archangel Michael, when he was disputing with the devil about the body of Moses, did not dare to bring a slanderous accusation against him, but said, ‘The Lord rebuke you!’”

– (Jude 1: 9-10)

A being where there is no imperfection; no ounce of pride, only humility:

I fell down to worship at the feet of the angel who had been showing [the visions] to me, But he said to me, ‘Do not do it! I am a fellow servant with you and with your brothers the prophets and of all who keep the words of this book. Worship God!”

– (Revelation 22 8-10]

A being where there is no compromise on the will of God—only duty and purpose offered by Him to carry His messages on the wings of eagles:

“Then Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me…’Now I have come to explain to you what will happen to your people in the future, for the vision concerns a time yet to come.’”

– (Daniel 10; 13-14)

A being whose moral compass is so firmly rooted in power and strength under the reign of God, that his sole purpose is to protect mankind from evil suffrage:

“At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will rise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then.”

– (Daniel 12: 1-2)

Michael 2

As part of my research, I poured over scripture stemming from Judaism to Christianity to Islam to Kabala. And the one single thread that connected all mentions of the powerful archangel together was simply this: he is the champion of the people. His name is a battle cry in the name of God, for his name means “He Who is Like God.” Even various art pieces depict the inscription of his shield bearing the words, Quis ut Deus, bearing the brand of his very name. And with every mentioning, there came a sort of peace in the understanding of what this being exists for and fights over. There is a great comfort to it—if you believe in that sort of thing—which I do. So how does one begin to write a character such as this and incorporate the spiritual essence of such a being in order to force a moment of change—especially when there is no story that lacks a hint of triumph? For the archangel Michael is the moral compass in spiritual form.

So I thought of all the reasoning and arguments that deter people away from their destined paths, their religion, their families, their friends. They don’t feel welcome. They feel judged. They’re misunderstood, etc. Most (but not all) of the time hurt feelings, fear and anger are felt because one is speaking the words of their story and the other is not listening to the footsteps of the other’s paths—or so they believe, and on and on it goes. There is a lack of understanding, often at the fault of stubborn will, pride, denial, or perhaps merely a firm disagreement in the other’s actions. Or perhaps—someone isn’t really listening. Both feel they are right in their reasoning. One could be wrong. But who’s to say who should compromise or if something comparable should be considered? Each person has their own version of their kind of truth—often called perspective—that in either agreement or disagreement of that version, understanding or lack thereof, keep people apart. Whatever that argument or reason may be, throw that deterrence into the lap of the archangel Michael and a connection to the character can be made. Thus, take the black and white and hurl it into gray:

    As he caresses the feather between his fingers, he searches for the answers to his questions as to how her feather came to be there and why. From the far recesses of his mind a memory comes forth. A memory so long forgotten that Michael’s breath quickens at the suddenness to which it has revealed itself—as if this memory alone wanted to be remembered, shouting that it should never have been forgotten. And it is of Gabriel.  As soon as he remembers it, a feeling of dread consumes him. There were demons on this street when he arrived. Had Gabriel been here, that would not be. The people here were defenseless when he stepped out of the alley and onto the street. Had Gabriel been here, that could not be for she would have summoned a squadron of angels here to protect the humans as she has always done since the birth of mankind. But she knows…and the evidence that she knows is like a slap in the face that she had been here and done…nothing.

    Looking at the fire raining down around him, gripping her feather in his hand, Michael fights the thoughts, would she help him? Would she do this? But the answer does not come. Tightening his fist around her feather, he forces the doubt from his mind. No, she would not do it. Not for him. Not after that moment. Not after what Lucifer had done, for Michael remembers it. But then, in the remembering he thinks on the things that once were before they turned into the things they had become. Therein lies the doubt and the thoughts come again. Has she helped him when she should not? Has she broken the chain of command and sought escape in the shadow, away from God’s light?

    “To entertain the idea, Gabriel, of going against God’s plans is an abomination and disgrace to the word ‘angel’.”         

    Michael looks at the bloodied ground scorched in fire. Feeling the coarseness of Gabriel’s feather between his fingertips, he closes his amber eyes and breathes in long and deep. There is only one way to know the answer.

(Excerpt from Archangels: Book I © Copyright 2013)

 Graphic Novel

Graphic Novel Panel by Scott Edward

What is one to believe? What is one to know? What is an archangel to do when his second-in-command does not reveal the reason for their action and throws the world into chaos allowing the doorway of hell an opportunity to pass through? Thus lies the conflict created for the archangel Michael in this screenplay and in this book. For even in the perspective, there in only one truth–and He Who Is Like God is the one who will see the light in the darkness, see the purpose, and see it through till the end.

-Written by: #CorinaMarie

(Corina Marie Zurcher is an actress, producer and screenwriter.)

Michael 1

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