You controlled a rage that others can not begin to know, all for the sake of greater good.

You saw someone who had lost so much, hurting, and you wrapped your wings around her, offering her a piece of new family. You chased away her pain.

You have loved selfishly, doing for others not because it was right, but because YOU loved them.

You know a gift that few of your kind have experienced, and are grateful for it.

You stood up against War, even though you were SMALL and WEAK. Then you endured his hate, and bested him all the same.

Now you are BIG!

Now you are STRONG!

Rise now; Child,

Rise now; Sword,

Rise now; Samuel!

Rise now;...

Archangel of Humanity!

Sam's eyes shot open, royal blue light burning out from his right one and emerald green light burning out from his left. He was forcefully yanked up, like a puppet on invisible strings, and stood straight, suspended in the air. Silvery light seemed to be fighting its way out from beneath his skin, setting his entire body aglow with it and casting long shadows behind all the light touched. The light from his body illuminated everything in the no longer dark room, and behind Sam a great shadow spread, not of his body or the things in the room, but of his wings, massive and hawk like, outlined to the last detail from behind Sam's back. Objects around the room began to shake, and a wave of energy went out over Gravity Falls. It was a subtle energy, and only people with heightened psychic awareness would be able to feel it, but if they could it would send them doubling over in pain.

Dipper, who had been sleeping out in the living room with Sam during their sleepover, was immediately woken up by the light and the shaking objects. He called out, "Sam!"

With that Sam stopped and dropped onto the floor, letting out an awful grown as he rolled onto his side. "Ooohhh man...Sorry, Dip. I've been getting power surges ever since my fight with Azazel."

Dipper walked over, examining Sam. "Why haven't I seen them before?"

"They never happened when I want, or they're at least moderately useful." Sam forced himself up, not groggy at all after what just happened. "You should try getting back to sleep, I probably won't be getting any rest after that."

Dipper was hesitant for a moment, a little worried for his friend, then he lied back down. It was early morning, the sky still had hints of darkness that the sun was starting to chase away. As Dipper tried to fall asleep again, the lights in the living room were flipped on, and Mabel ran out into the room wearing her floppy disk pajamas.

"What happened?! I was dreaming about hot zombies vs mummies in Paris when the attic started shaking!"

Waddles waddled out behind her, oinking once.

"Well it looks like none of us are getting any sleep. It was nothing Mabel, Sam just had a power surge. He's good now."

"Oh...In that case, who wants breakfast?"

"I'm game for some eggs and bacon."

"Squeee!" Waddles ran behind Mabel, it appeared that somehow he knew what the word bacon meant.

Mabel stroked the pig's pink head. "It's alright, Tiger. Sammy's just joking."

"That is one smart pig"

In truth, he wasn't actually that smart. He could just sense an event accruing at that moment that the others could not.

Elsewhere

While the three kids were talking about breakfast, on a hill a few miles from Gravity Falls red light sparked into existence, and a horse made of red fire appeared with two passengers on its back. Sparkler jumped off the celestial steed, and landed with her feet firmly on the ground.

"That was amazing!" Sparkler looked up at Azazel still mounted on the creature. "Is that what it's like when a demon travels?"

"Yep. Pretty cool, huh?"

It was. Sparkler had originally threatened him to not do anything but get her to Gravity Falls, but Azazel had other plans. She quite liked traveling like a spirit, like Azazel thought she might. The moment she had gotten on the horse of War, he had taken her on a little joy ride, running through dimensions, taking her into space and giving her a first-class view of the trillions of stars making up the galaxies, and seeing other wonders of the "high places" that few beings other than spirits have ever seen. Azazel too dismounted the monstrous horse, gently landing on the ground.

"Lets see what we can find out about our enemy, shall we?"

Azazel turned in the direction of Gravity Falls, and concentrated on seeing what was happening there. Many demons had the power to spy from a great distance, and he was using that power to gain an advantage on Dipper, Mabel, Sam, and Trixie. After a moment though, he stopped, bellowing in rage "Are you kidding me?!"

"What is it?"

The devil was clearly mad, he ran his hand through his dirty blond hair and muttered a few choice curse words. He outstretched his hand, as if feeling the air. After a moment of careful observation, he stopped and turned to the nasty fire fairy.

"It looks like Sammy's getting better, the angel's taken a few precautions. There are wards surrounded the town, and stretching several miles around them. They seem to be like the ones around Sam, they stop me from spying on them and sensing what's going on behind them. We're going to have to try a different approach."

He was right. The wards running around it not only kept the secrets of everyone there safe, and it also kept Azazel from more or less blowing up the entire town.

"So what do you have in mind? And why don't we just go in there and crush them?"

"Because Trixie would try to get involved, and I know you don't want to really hurt her unless you HAVE to."

Sparkler mauled over the idea, and after a moment said, "Point taken. What are we going to do."

Azazel had been thinking it over. If those wards were present then it stands to reason that there might be other defences. He looked to Sparkler, "I'm going to gather information. You stay here, I've got something I need you too do."

He ran exactly what he wanted her to do over to her, then he spread his wings behind him. That devil's wings were terrifying, big and black, resembling a vulture's wings, with every feather on them glistening with a metallic sheen. With a great flap of those wings the fallen archangel rose from the ground smoothly into the sky, a twinkle of joyful malevolence in his eyes that now glowed yellow.