Before I begin this chapter I would like to cover a few things:

This is a fanfiction, my interpretation of Heaven/God/Lucifer is of my own. They have the skeletal structure of the mass opinion of how things are, but I filled in the meaty bits with how I wanted things to be.

I took a new spin on the person narrating the story a few times. I will try to keep you guys informed as I switch, so I hope I don't confuse anyone!

As I was doing some Legion watching to catch up on my homework, I found that Michael is the only one that has the tattoos, so an edit to Alexandria is that she doesn't have them (apparently his tattoos are the instructions for the messiah - hence they passed to jeep).

Lights Will Guide You Home

Third Person (Alexandria does not know what is happening here):

Alexandria and Gabriel were still embraced in the kiss when she slipped away. Without a warning, she became limp and non-responsive. Gabriel opened his eyes quietly and tried to absorb that she was gone. Silently he moved his hand from her cheek to her carotid artery.

Nothing. The world stopped, Gabriel couldn't breathe.

He stared straight ahead, his gaze bore into the wall of the diner.

She was gone. The woman that he shook the Heavens for, once again had slipped away from him.

Michael was the first to move, he had at some point turned to the two and had realized that Alexandria had passed. His heart ached, Alexandria was more than just his friend, she was a pure child of God and it tore him apart to see her broken body. Seeing Gabriel frozen and clutching onto her frame told him one thing.

Prepare to fight.

Perhaps it wasn't as his instincts were warning him. Perhaps she had somehow managed to break through Gabriel's defense. Even though she was gone, maybe he would accept his mistake and defy his orders. Michael walked up behind the frozen warrior.

"She died protecting the child Gabriel. Don't let her die in vain." Michael placed a hand onto Gabriel's shoulder to let him know he wasn't alone and it was okay to let go.

There was a moment of no response, then Michael felt muscles tensing under his hand.

It deserved a try. Michael dropped his hand, grabbed a large automatic rifle, and stood in a defensive position.

The massive angel place a soft kiss on Alexandria's forehead. A silent tear fell from each eye as he slowly brought her body to rest on the floor of the diner. Clenching his fists, he got to his feet.

"She died because of the humans." His voice was low but absolutely furious. "They don't deserve their pathetic lives. There is no other way."

In one motion, Gabriel spun around, grabbed his mace off the ground, and charged at Michael in a blind rage.

First Person (Alexandria again):

"Alexandria my precious child, please open your eyes." The voice was of thunder and trumpets, and shook one to their soul.

The voice of the Heavenly Father, he was calling to me. I could only obey.

I was tired, but my body was light and bore no pain. I found my strength and opened my eyes to a sight I haven't seen in 25 years. Slowly I got to my feet.

I was in God's chamber, where he resided and ruled over all of Heaven and Earth. It stood upon the pinnacle of Heaven and was strictly forbidden to all unless He had summoned you to enter. I had only seen it once, when I had been cast out of Heaven long ago. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

I was in the great hall, where He watched down upon Earth. In the middle of the massive room was a large void, like an aperture, cut into the floor. I remembered this was where I fell. This was The Father's window to Earth so to speak, where he watched over the humans and provided divine intervention as needed.

I was dressed in a sheer white bedgown and nothing else. To my dismay I still appeared to be human, my wings were absent. I quietly started walking towards the void, my bare feet cold against the alabaster floor. I wasn't sure what God wanted of me as he continued to say nothing, so I peered down the orifice in curiosity.

The Father was the only one capable of controlling what the window showed to those who looked upon it. Angels had the ability to see all of Earth as a whole, but God was the only one who had the power to influence it. What He wanted me to see in the window gave me pause, and then caught my breath in my throat.

Gabriel and Michael were in the diner, each fighting with absolute malice. They were both Archangels, but without his wings I knew Michael had no chance against his brother.

"Can't you do something, Father?" I asked, my heart aching to see these two fighting.

"The path that Michael has chosen was his own." the booming voice echoed through the hall, though I did not see it's source.

"But it's the choice that needed to be made. Why have you given up on them Father? They are confused, their faith had run thin and just needed to be rebuilt."

"So you agree with Michael?"

"Yes." I didn't hesitate as I stared at the continuing campaign in agony.

"Do you remember why I cast you from Heaven those years ago?"

I knew He already knew the answer, but I knew He was also testing what I would say. "I can only speculate. Was it due to Gabriel and I?"

"My precious Alexandria." His voice was soft and assuring, this was a good thing. "When I mold my children and my warriors I give them all the choice of free will. While most of my angels choose to place their will into my hands, there are the very few who choose to use their will as they may. You, beautiful child, have used your will to love another. Do not be afraid that you are different from the others, be proud you are one of the strongest."

Tears stung my eyes, the approval of the All-Father was the highest honor a warrior could receive.

"I will give you back your immortality Alexandria, but I ask of your help once again."

"Of course." I smiled as the tears kept rolling.

"Save your love Gabriel, for he is becoming lost."

This part is still first person, but It's when Alexandria is getting her full memory/wings back:

While the angels of heaven did have the gift of immorality, they were all able to be killed upon the battlefield. Soldiers like me were dispensable, as sad as it sounded, and if one of us fell, Father would mold and create new warriors to take their place. Archangels were different however, and if any of them fell they would be given the gift of rebirth. This was a powerful and draining act from God and for good reason was only used on his generals for that very reason. If He would use his power to give all of us the gift of reincarnation He would become too drained and Lucifer could use it to his advantage.

I was created centuries ago, in the Earth year 337 AD, when Constantine the Great fell. Each of the seven Archangels commanded their own brigade of soldiers and I happened to be assigned to Michael's command. My weapon of choice was dual scimitars, and I had practiced for hours perfecting them in each hand.

When soldiers are created, we are implanted with the ability to fight, it was our choice to perfect our skills to survive the constant fighting between demons and angels. For 300 Earth years I kept to myself, training and watching the human race in solitude. I had known some soldiers in my brigade, but I had never had any type of friendship. I didn't want to get to know someone, only to have them ripped away from me in battle.

I would never forget the day that everything started to change.

It was during the beginnings of the Arab-Byzantine wars that I met my commander Michael for the first time. Yes I had seen him before, but Michael commanded approximately 5,000 soldiers at a time and never even knew I existed until then. Whenever the humans waged war upon each other Lucifer gained power and souls for his disposal. During the beginnings of these wars, fighting was brutal and each side would lose numbers in the thousands.

I was fighting unusually well that day (if I do say so myself), and somehow ended up within eyesight of my general Michael. He was dealing the finishing blows to an immense Archdemon and wasn't paying attention to the small worthless Kappa creeping up behind him. Without thinking, I hurled one of my scimitars and it found its target. Sinking deep into the small demons' throat, it instantly died and collapsed. Michael, figuring out what just happened, found my eyes and we locked gazes for only a moment.

With the takedown of the massive Archdemon, Lucifer's army retreated and the battle was won. Michael had to immediately report to God after every battle to rest, give reports, and tally the lost lives. He gave me one more glance before flying away quickly. I shook off his quiet stare and went to collect my weapon.

The following sunrise, after I was able to rest up and tend to my injuries, I went down to my usual training field to get in some practice at my parry. The good thing about being immortal is you healed fairly quickly, and I was full of energy. I barely had time to start sweating when someone interrupted me.

"You." The voice held authority and I immediately ceased and sheathed my weapons. Turning around, I saw Michael walking over to me with dominance. I lowered my head in respect to my commander.

"You killed that Kappa yesterday, yes?" He asked once he was stopped in front of me.

"Yes, sir." I brought my head back up to look him in the eye.

"What's your name?" His stare was serious.

"Alexandria, sir. Created 337 AD." It was custom to introduce yourself fully to those of higher command since they had so many others they looked over.

"Fairly young, for your skill set." He seemed impressed. In a way he was right, there were angels that had centuries on me that I could easily bring down.

"Thank you sir." I took the complement even though I was pretty sure Michael hadn't known about me until yesterday.

"Show me."

"Sir?" I was confused.

"I only saw your accuracy, I want to see what else you can do. So come on, show me." He drew his sword and waited.

I became excited. Out of the seven Archangels, Michael was the best fighter. I had seen the others fight, and found each of them had a weakness. Raphael was overconfident, Gabriel was brash, they each had an achilles heel. Watching Michael was like watching a dance. He was quick, deadly, and never missed. In-fact, yesterday was the first time I had ever seen him need any help. Now I earned a chance to show him what I could do, and it was pure elation.

I smiled and drew my swords, smaller than his, but the combination of them together was what made me formidable.

"I'm not going to be shy, regenerator." I rocked on my heels. I was way too excited and let my courtesy out of the conversation.

Luckily, he smiled at me and waited for my strike. "After you."

The combat between Michael and I must have been a sight because we were drawing a crowd. I had no idea who was all there because I had to keep all of my attention on the warrior in front of me. I saw him move on the battlefield, but I didn't realize he was as quick as he was. I was fast, and he could keep up.

Our swords sparked as we moved together, as I warned him before I didn't hold back. Neither did he, the way he swung his sword he would have definitely killed me if his strikes hit their mark. Such was our agreement before we started. Being bred for battle I was ready to die at any given day, and if it was at the hands of my commander so be it.

We continued our deadly dance with neither yielding to the other. Michael was my inspiration as I trained through the years, his style of fighting was something I studied and altered to fit my style. It was invigorating as we moved.

I parried a massive blow when he brought his sword down to strike between my eyes, the intense vibration in my scimitar caused my balance to offset ever so slightly. Michael immediately saw this and hooked his boot behind my calf and pulled. I went down and felt the point of his sword instantly pressed to my trachea. I was defeated, but I put up a hell of a fight. I smiled, closed my eyes, and lifted my head back to expose my throat fully. The strike didn't come, and I opened my eyes to see a hand outstretched waiting for mine. He wasn't going to kill me, I smiled and took his waiting hand. He pulled me up with careless ease.

The gathering crowd was bigger than I thought, and as I looked around they started applauding.

"How could I kill a solider such as you?" Michael smiled at me.

"Impressive. Very impressive." A deep and powerful voice broke through the applause, causing our crowd to scatter and carry out their business. Both Michael and I turned to see a massive angel walking towards us.

It was the Archangel Gabriel, and this was the closest I had ever come to him. I had seen him in battle and training some of his stronger soldiers, but I never realized how enormous he really was. Michael was tall, but Gabriel was built solid. He was terrifying and I involuntary stepped back.

"Haven't you an army to rally, brother?" Michael said seriously but glancing over let me see the sarcasm in his eyes. Michael and Gabriel were closest out of the Archangels, they really were brothers in a sense.

"I'm scouting Michael." Gabriel had the same playfulness in his eyes and he passed them over to me. "Perhaps I've found a solider I need." his massive hand fell onto my shoulder and squeezed.

"Oh you wouldn't want me." Their sarcasm was contagious and I couldn't help but chime in as well. "I can fight, but my flying leaves much to be desired. I have a horrible pull to the left sometimes."

I can't believe you just said that. I mentally slapped my forehead.

But Gabriel's serious expression broke into a smile that fluttered something inside of me. He passed his stare from me back to Michael and shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry." I flushed and lowered my head. "That was ridiculous."

This elicited a laugh from both of them. Gabriel's hand never left my shoulder as he pulled me to start walking with him. Michael walked alongside of me.

"Come, and tell me of how you saved my brother's life." Gabriel said and together we three walked along.

And thus, our friendship began.