CP: God x Michael
[Over-the-top retro melodrama, tyrannical Creator God x benevolent, selfless angel]
Everyone knew that Michael was God's dog.
And at first, God was quite pleased with that arrangement.
When creating this being, God had deliberately wanted a well-behaved, gentle, loyal, and powerful watchdog. Michael had indeed grown into exactly what God wanted.
At the beginning, God had doted on His dog. He gave him a rank in Heaven second only to His own, made him the one and only archangel, and allowed his voice to ring through Heaven just like God's.
But after enough time had passed, God inevitably began to find it a little dull.
What good was giving him glory? He never showed off. What good was showering him with affection? He never grew spoiled. Even when God deliberately assigned him difficult tasks, Michael carried them out diligently and never asked why.
A thornless rose was lovely, of course, but it could still be a little boring.
So God created some new angels. Some were more eloquent than Michael, some more skilled at pouting. Some would run to God's throne and weep with hurt feelings over the smallest things, while others would fight outside the temple to compete for God's favor.
God shared some of the attention He had once given only to Michael.
Michael stood watching from a distance and said nothing.
Later, some of those angels grew rebellious from being spoiled, while others were sent down to the mortal realm and never returned.
Michael, however, remained by God's side without complaint, silent, gentle, and obedient as ever, day after day for thousands of years.
Such a boring child. God shook His head inwardly, sent him to the Red Sea to guide the new human race, and paid him no further attention.
Until the day God, displeased with the filth of the mortal world, decided to destroy humanity.
The archangel Michael rushed back to Heaven, knelt before the temple, and begged God, each word dripping with anguish, to withdraw His decree.
It was an emotional reaction Michael had never shown when facing God before.
That day, God felt an all-consuming rage. Just moments ago, His dog had betrayed Him.
Looking at the angel kneeling before Him, God laughed in fury from His throne. "Then come and please me."
Premise: Nothing that exists is truly perfect