It's here ladies and gents! The sequel!
[Arch]Angel series;
Bring Me Silence
I hope you enjoy this one just as much as the last one. Episode 1 will be posted by the end of the day today, or in the morning the next day. It's raining out today, so I have quite a bit of time to myself. Let's get this going!
Disclaimer; I don't own Supernatural
I own Asariel, Nathaniel, and Sarah.
[Prologue]
I was Afraid of War|
"Then Jesus said to him, "Put your sword back into its place. For all who take the sword will perish by the sword."
-Matthew 26:52
Raphael scowled when he looked at two of his brothers. They were covered in scars, and small cuts. Their wings were close to shambles, and they were squinting from swelled eyes. He was in for a long haul of wounds, and there were still some injured coming. Raphael didn't know what the causes of all these scrimmages were, but they were becoming more and more frequent.
Michael had talked with Raphael about the growing rough housing from the other angels. The two archangels were stunned, and at a loss. Had Gabriel possibly still been around they were sure he'd have a solution for all of the pent up anger inside the angels. But with him dead Michael was at his wits end. "It's only growing worse, Raphael. I'm afraid that if we aren't careful we'll have a civil war on our hands." Raphael couldn't help but to agree with his elder brother.
The host's leader brushed out his feathers once, then settled them gently against his back. "Brother, might we consider squashing the leaders of this... uprising?" Michael raised an eyebrow to his brother.
"If we knew who they were then I would have already had it done. But the leader has hidden himself away from us, and his followers are not giving his location or name away. Patience and faith is all that we have to work with by this point Raphael. Come we must tend to our fallen brethren." The healer sighed but followed the elder angel away from where they could overlook heaven without the other angels knowledge.
Michael was still worried, however. He knew that it was only a matter of time before other angels began fighting, more and more. It was painful to watch them go against one another. The thought was even worse to bare when he knew that it was an angel that was causing these doubts to occur in his brother's and sister's minds. Something in his mind told him that he knew who it was, that he should confront the angel... But Michael wanted to believe that he was wrong. It was impossible for him to be the leader of such an uprising.
As they wandered further down the corridor Michael heard the resounding shouts and cries of pain from the medical bay. Angel blades were stuck in arms, and legs. Cuts were covering their bodies, and grace poured onto the stairs of heaven. He prayed that the pain would stop for all of his brethren, that they could find peace and healing.
Raphael broke away from his elder sibling to attend to a newly injured angel. Michael proceeded onto his office, opening the door only to kick back into the corridor. Out from the doorway shot an angel blade, coming right towards him. Michael caught the blade, but not before noticing the note that was attached to it. Several angels had stopped to watch their commander, all scared that something might have happened to the leader.
Michael, unraveling the note, glanced at all of the angels present. "Carry on, it's alright now." Some went on, others watched Michael reenter his office and shut the door behind him. With a loud sigh Michael settled at his desk and read the scrawled text.
Dearest Brother,
I know that you consider me a menace unto heaven, but they have to know that truth! You speak lies, and cannot be trusted as leader of the host any longer. You have become protective of those mud-monkey's and it makes many of us worry about your sanity as general.
If you do not step down from your post, we will take heaven by force. Our numbers are vast, and you will never know who is friend... and who is foe. This is your warning, Michelangelo. Think upon this well.
Sincerely,
XXXXX
There wasn't a trace of grace on the paper. It worried Michael that this wasn't an angel at all that was forced to write this. The note nearly was crumpled in his fist. They wanted him to step down from his post as general and commander in heaven. But who would they put in his stead?
Getting to his feet quickly Michael left his office. He strode down the corridor, eyes set. Michael had to find Raphael, or talk with his father. There wasn't any good reason that a fellow brother would want him to leave his post. As he walked further along Michael witnessed several other angels start to run for the exits of the house. The general of the Host didn't know what was happening.
As he continued watching, Samandriel ran up before the archangel. "Michael, sir, there's a scrimmage on the south gates. They're tearing each other apart. We keep sending more and more angels, but we can't seem to stop their advances." Michael blinked once and scowled, "There was one there, sir... He claimed to lead this... Rebellion."
This information caught Michael's attention quickly, "Who is it?"
Samandriel gulped, glancing away slightly. Michael brought a hand up slightly to grab the angel, to shake the information out. However, Michael held back on his sharp, and quick thoughts. Eventually the angel looked back to his commander. Michael silently pleaded for Samandriel to speak. "Y-you wouldn't believe me commander..."
"Just tell me, Samandriel." Michael implored. He glanced about again, this time seeing some of the same angels being carted back with injuries. What were these rebels doing to the host?
Samandriel was shaking, if Michael grabbed his hand he was sure that it would be sweaty. When they made eye contact Michael suddenly felt himself wishing that he hadn't asked at all. "Lucifer. He called himself Lucifer..."
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