"I am glad too," Michael said warmly. It wasn't often that other people understood Michael, and he never felt quite as good as when he was surrounded by his brethren. Humans saw him as detached and strange. His brothers knew why that was.
"There's not much to tell," he said, avoiding the topic of Irina for now. "I mean, not much beyond what I do. Oh, I uh... A few years ago, Lucifer killed me..."