Percy was in a grandeur room, it was wide, and white pillars supported the ceiling. The sky could be seen from the inside. The floor was decorated with black and white tiles. A big round table made of marble was in the middle. Eight chairs surrounded it, all designed uniquely. A giant door was to the east.
Percy sat on a chair, which was designed with multiple weapons on it, crossing his legs, and holding a book. "The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe. I didn't know you were into literature, Perce."
Jason grinned at his side while he rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Jason. Where's Nico?" He said, closing his book.
Jason shrugged. "Gabe needed something from him." Percy's eyes darkened. "Is it about that?"
He shrugged once again. "If it is, we better go look for him." The two stood up and walked towards the door.
"Where do you think you two are going?" A dark voice spoke from behind them. They both flinched and slowly turned around.
A man was sternly sitting on a chair that was designed with herbs and plants. "Raph, we were just going to get Nico." Jason said nervously
He wore a plaid, green, button-down, long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and blue skate shoes. His eyes were green, and he had messy short black hair. He had a bit of stubble on his chin. He looked to be about 28.
"Sit down. The two of you. We are still in the middle of our lesson. Nico is excused." He was glaring at them.
"But, Raphael, if it's about that, then we have to go help with it." Percy said. Raphael sighed.
"Fine. I had business to attend to anyway." He said, his voice losing its color. He stood up, and turned his back on them. Six huge gray wings erupted from his back.
"If Michael or any of the others asks where I am, tell them I am dealing with the Nephilim." He flapped his wings and went airborne. He flew out of the room.
"Man, why does he like showing his wings like that?" Jason asked. "He likes being dramatic. Anyway, let's go."
Percy pushed the door open, leading into a plain white hallway with doors that had labels. They approached one door that had the name Gabriel written in neat handwriting.
They opened the door, walking into Nico putting on black armor. He had six black wings sprouting from a slit in the armor. A man who was in the corner yelped.
He wore a brown button-down shirt, with black workpants and shoes. He had brown hair and black eyes. He looked to be about 18 years old.
"Uh…you guys? This is a solo mission. Only Nico can go." He said nervously. "Sheesh, Gabe. Come on! It'll be the first time in forever that we'll be able to fight them." Gabe twiddled his fingers.
"O-okay, but-" The two lost it after 'Okay'. They both fist pumped. "Yes! Thanks, Gabe! Let us put on our armor first." Nico laughed at their enthusiasm.
"Shouldn't we brief Sealtiel first?" Jason asked after they were heading to their own rooms.
"We'll brief them after we kill the demons." Percy said excitedly, strapping on silver armor. Jason sighed and put on his gold armor.
Eight pure white wings flit out from Percy's back. Six gold wings flit out from Jason's back.
Percy grins. "This is gonna be awesome." Jason sighed. "Michael's gonna kill us." Percy ignored him and they ran to the main room. Nico was holding a diamond sword in one hand and a gold shield in the other hand.
Gabriel sighed and laid the weapons on the table. "Take your pick." There were many different weapons.
Jason took a huge diamond butcher sword. Percy grinned and took two diamond swords.
"Okay, your objective is a pharmacy in Chicago. Several demons have taken hold of a neighborhood, and their base is that pharmacy. Good luck." They all take off into the morning sky.
"I'm worried, Michael." Gabriel stuffed his hands into his pockets. A man stepped out of the doorway.
He woreaplain white T-shirt, worn jeans, a black cotton jacket and red sneakers. His eyes were sky blue, and his hair wavy blonde. He was about 24 years old.
"About what? They look keen enough to face them. It's not like there's gonna be an Archdemon." His voice was rich and smooth. Gabriel gulped.
"Uhm…what if there is?" Gabriel was sweating. Michael raised his eyebrow. "Which one?" He asked, a slight edge in his voice. "It's Mammon." Michael cursed.
"Well, they're three Archangels, so what could go wrong?"