Dominion by torontokid2003
Chapter 3 Confrontation, Or How I Think The Finale Should Go
Lucifer's persuasive thoughts filled the air. This is Home. Home is here, now, and there is no Father to gainsay us, no rebuke to fear. Follow me. This is Home.
Michael didn't know how to counter Lucifer's argument to the Host. And even he had fallen to Lucifer's manipulations, how could he possibly fight him without picking up a sword. He staggered against a stone wall, blind in the dark and deaf to all but Lucifer's words.
His fingers felt the cold of the granite, the rough texture where chisel and hammer carved away rock, grit on his fingertips, smelt snow in the air. Even here, in the ruined aerie, could he find Father's works. Father, he realized, and remembered.
Home, light and song around him, joy flowing in him and through him.
He reached out with one hand until he touched a shoulder. A lieutenant of Gabriel by the feel and cut of the leather. He lightly touched their forehead with fingertips, and projected the song he heard, the light he saw, and the joy he felt. The other angel started, then also remembered.
Love, love everywhere, love filled every memory, love filled every part of his soul. Home.
One by one, the Host remembered, the faithful and the fallen.
Lucifer fell silent.
Light rent darkness and the Host chose.
Father's presence filled Michael. Lucifer, now snarling, reached for his sword and unfurled his wings, the sound unlovely against the song. Michael's skin became radiant, his lost knives in his hands. His wings snapped open, crackled like lightning, thunder sounded in the distance.
Lucifer jumped toward him, impossibly fast, but Michael met him in midair. Sword rang against knives. The impact propelled Lucifer out of the hall and against the mountain, Michael following. Gabriel and Uriel fell towards the two like meteors on fire.
