[Funkduder]

On the exterior, Michael was looking down the hoard, almost laughing a hideous laugh that reeked of insanity. Inside his head, however, a battle between two Michaels threatened to shake the many resolves of all that granted him identity.
"You can't do this, Michael. You'll die!"
"But I am the greatest, and I have the power, you know that!" said a voice drunken with power. A female voice, cut in between the two, with a ghostly but attracting allure.
"Y-yes-ss. Show them your-r power-r!!!"
"Jez'ebel? Jez'ebel, damn you! Let go of me! Leave me alone!!!" The conscious mind of Michael grew furious inside the cage of the courage capsule. He became a different man whenever he took the capsule, and he knew so when he first took one many years ago.
"Relax, my child. I, the oracle, foresee that you'll live. Just relax, my child. I will take care of you... Michael began to grow sleepy at the sound of her voice.
"Maybe...maybe it will be alright. It's so cold here....so dark.... He was about to fall asleep when a trigger in his mind went off.
"No! I will not be a slave!!!" Jeze'bel's voice retreated.
Michael's consciousness returned to him slowly, as his insane laugh toned down to a confident stare at the hoard. He looked back at the crowd, who huddled together in front of the door. "Maybe they thought I could protect them," he thought. He turned back to the crowd and motioned them out of the way. Using a concentrated blast, he cut a hole through the door in which the people could get back into the city.
"Seal the hole," he told them after they had gotten through. Joining the servant of Sheol, who was meditating, he spoke to him in a normal tone. "Sorry about that. It always happens after I take a courage capsule. I'm fine now. How long do you think we'd last?"