Chapter VIII
Lust frown as she approached the location that the Four Horsemen were, she knew that her siblings didn't understand that Master Azrael didn't play favourites. She also knew that he knew about them on a subconscious level.
She looked up and saw that she had arrived, the Four were all doing various things to keep themselves amused.
"Greetings, Lust said with a small curtesy. "I see that I'm the first of the Seven to arrive, as always."
"That you are." The one that was leaning against a pale white car replied. "But we will have to wait until your siblings are here."
Lust nodded her head with a sigh, sometimes she hated her siblings; they never seemed to be able to get to places on time no matter who called the meeting. It really annoyed her to no end at the amount of time she wasted waiting on them.
"Well that is nice of you at least, Greed said as he appeared with Pride and Sloth. Lust roll her eyes at the sarcasm that she heard in her brother's voice.
"Behave, brother." Envy chastised as she walked towards Lust with Wrath, both of them had a bag on their back that they set on the ground and spread out a picnic blanket on which the three females sat on and poured out three glasses of whisky from hundreds of years ago.
"But sister!" Pride started to say but stopped at the looks that he was receiving from the three females. He knew better than to anger his sisters, it was a lot healthier keeping them happy than pissing them off.
They waited for all of the other Sins to get there before they started to talk.
"So why has this meeting been called?" War asked boredly.
"We asked to meet with the four of you to hopefully know the reason for our release," Lust said diplomatically.
Death looked at the Sins and saw that the genuinely had no idea why they had been released, making him sigh. It was his duty as the Sins brother to keep them in the loop.
"We were released to find and watch over our Lord, Master, Creator and Father Azrael, we have already started to search for him," Death said. "I think that we should agree to let the other group know if we find him."
They all agreed with what Death said even if they didn't like it.
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Alistair walked through Hell, every Daemon that he passed saluted him and gave him a wide berth, No Daemon would cross him, none had the right amount of insanity to do that, yet.
He sighed subtly, tired of the amount of stress that he had been under since Azrael had fallen; really some would think that once the one that had distracted you had disappeared you would have more time to work.
Those beings would need to be tortured as they didn't understand that if someone you cared for disappeared then you would worry, no matter if you knew that they were fine.
Alistair arrived at his quarters in Hell, he moved to the liquor cabinet grabbed a random bottle of the strongest that he had and poured himself a generous helping. He shot it back immediately, then poured another. This time he took it to the armchair next to the fireplace.
He sat and watched the flames, contemplating his favourite Angel's past lives. He had been quick to connect the dots and the fact that certain souls never came to him or Heaven; it seemed like Azrael had lived several productive lives contributing a lot to the Human's whether he was at the top of the social ladder, had climbed it or been at the bottom with the majority of the population in the past.
He had a feeling that the wave of power was caused by Uriel, who was a great friend of Azrael. He had probably done something that would benefit Azrael; Uriel always seemed to be overprotective of the elder Angel and he ignored the fact that Azrael could protect himself.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He got up and moved to the door, opening it and scowling at the daemon on the other side; he really couldn't be bothered to do anything.
"What?" Alistair barked at the one on the other side of the door.
"Lord Alistair," The daemon said and gave him a bow. "We just went to check on the cages that contained the Four Horsemen, when we got there we found all four cages empty with the doors to Earth wide open."
Alistair's scowl deepened. Why am I forced to deal with idiots? He thought. Oh that's right, Azrael always says that idiots have a use no matter how obscure said use was at times.
"What of the Sin's cages?" He demanded.
"We have several daemons checking on them now." It reported.
At least it was the guards that were the idiots, Azrael was actually fond of this one. He would be disappointed to find out that he hadn't survived his absence. Alistair thought as he turned and headed to his room to get changed and ready to inspect eleven cages.
An hour later he was at the cage that had housed the Horsemen War, he entered the cage and looked around; he could tell that the former occupant had been more than eager to escape his prison.
This might have something to do with the wave off power that Uriel caused. Alistair mused as he glanced around the cage, he moved over to the door that faced Earth and sent out a pulse of demonic energy.
The response that he got was the feeling of Angelic energy, meaning that it had been an Angel that opened the door. He wasn't going to say a thing until he was sure, he sent out another pulse, this one would tell him if he was familiar with the grace, when it came back as an affirmative, meaning that he did know the Angel.
Uriel, what have you done? Alistair asked himself as he analysed the doors of the other cages, getting the same feeling of familiarity. Why did you release them? They will destroy the world, they won't help Azrael.
"We are going to the cages that housed the Sins," Alistair said as he started to make his way to said cages. "I think I know exactly what opened the cages of the Horsemen, I want to know if the same being opened the Sins cages."
It took them three hours to get to cages that had housed the Seven Sin's, on top of that it took Alistair five minutes in each to ascertain that yes, it was Uriel that had opened them and yes, they had been open at the same time.
This is giving me a headache and not only that but I have to go and visit an Angel, which also means that I can't ignore Michael's summons anymore. Alistair thought despairingly, he had absolutely no desire to meet up with the Archangel without Azrael there to keep every party calm, but it seemed that he was going to have to do just that.
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Someone is thinking about me and not in a particularly nice manner. Uriel thought as he shivered.
He had just left the viewing pool as the Horsemen were close to finding his older brother. After they had found him they would alert the Sins which meant that he didn't have to worry too much.
No, what worried him was the one that wasn't thinking nice things about him, it was almost like the one was cursing him for something, and he had no idea who it could possibly be! He froze, his eyes widening as minutes went by. It couldn't be him, could it?
Please let it be anyone but him! Please Father, let it be anyone but Alistair! Uriel prayed, he prayed harder than he had ever had to do.
"URIEL!" A voice shouted. Said voice promised an extreme amount of pain if the query wasn't answered to their satisfaction.
Uriel turned slowly hoping that his Father had heard and answered his prayer, but when he saw Alistair moving briskly towards him with his worst scowl on his face his hopes were crushed beyond recognition.
"You owe me some answers!" Alistair called up the path.
"Lord Alistair! What a surprise; I would have thought that you would be meeting with Michael," Uriel said nervously as he slowly began to back away from the pissed daemon.
"Don't back away from me!" Alistair barked, using the voice that he had honed after millennia of leading thousands of self-serving daemons.
Uriel froze for the second time that day before he resigned himself to the inevitable, all he wished was that Azrael was here so that he could hide behind the older Angel.
"Not here." Uriel said before he grabbed the daemon and dragged him towards his home. "What you want to know can't be well known, even if it seems to be common knowledge."
Alistair didn't respond as he could tell that the Angel wouldn't say a thing until they were in the relative safety of his home. Uriel paused mentally for a moment before he deviated from the path to his home and headed in the direction of Azrael's, Gabriel's and Lucifer's instead.
Alistair was confused, Uriel had suddenly deviated from the path that would have leaded them to the Angels home. He didn't know Heaven well enough to tell where he was being lead; he would have to trust the Angel not to lead him to his death.
It took Uriel an hour to lead the confused daemon to Azrael's house and five minutes to find the key and open the door. He pushed the daemon into the living room and headed to the hidden cabinet that Azrael had showed him and poured them both a glass of strong liquor.
"Right. You have some questions that you want me to answer," Uriel said as he made his way to the armchair that Alistair had sat in, handing the glass over to the daemon and sat down across from him.
Alistair just sat in shock as he took in the familiar living room that belonged to his friend and brother in all but blood. He was brought out of his shock by Uriel speaking. He had thought that they would go to the others home not Azrael's.
"I thought we would be going to yours?" Alistair asked.
"Yes, well… No one comes here anymore. Well not since Azrael fell, Gabriel disappeared and Lucifer looked himself in his cage in Hell," Uriel explained, Alistair nodded in understanding.
"Well then," Alistair began as he sat back and took a sip from the glass that he had been handed. "What in the Primal's collective name were you thinking, releasing the Sins and the Horsemen?" He asked after a moment of silence.
Uriel stared at the daemon before he laughed, he hadn't known that the Leader of Hell had no idea of the story behind the creation of the ones that he was holding in cages within his realm.
"You seriously don't know the story behind their creation?" Uriel asked occasionally letting out a chuckle.
Alistair just looked at the Angel across from him in a deadpan manner. "They were created because the Humans believed that they had a representation," He replied.
"Nope, that's not it. In fact, you're not even close." Uriel retorted after laughing again for a moment.
This will be fun. Uriel thought, having dismissed the thought that this would be unpleasant in the least.
