[One might not expect an Eternal Being to be a ball of anxiety. Especially not one which is at least technically a demon. Yet, exhibit A: Michael.

For a bit, the black void had been relaxing. It reminded him a little of the beginning. Things had been so much simpler, and then the rest of, well, existence happened.

It was almost nice here, up until it wasn't. He wasn't quite sure how long he'd been here when it started to get to him. What if he was here forever? What if he'd fallen into some pocket of reality where he never saw his friends again?

Worse, what if he wasn't alone?

Ever since he'd contemplated the possibility of his own mortality he hadn't quite been able to forget about it. There was something here, he was sure of it. This was bad. This was very very bad.

And by now he's a literal ball of anxiety. He's curled up, trying not to panic, try to ignore the fact that he's starting to hear things...]