Telentropy X: I KNOWWWW! MY POOR BABY! Thanks though man! I was worried it would be, kinda, bleh and weird! Elijah is my little power baby! He's special! I don't wanna promise anything!
Robin0203: Hahaha! Someone most certainly is! And to the most unexpected person! He is! Michael adores Elyon! He adores them all!
cutecookielove: LOL! Right! He needed to be dealt with! Takes things way too far! Maybe! I don't think he was, not really, not at first, but he did eventually use what he was taught to be used with defense to harm other angels. ITS OKAY! LOVE RAMBLES! I dont wanna give too much away! AHHH!
Star: It's okay! It's okay!
"Gabriel?"
The archangel turned at the call of his name, eyebrows meeting in concern, he should not be up and at it yet. His natural dark complexion was paler then it should be still, his grace was still trying to make up for the surge from hours ago.
"Sal you shouldn't be up yet."
His brothers armour was holding onto the door frame, fingers curled around it tightly, but he was an angel on a mission. There was something on his mind that he needed to share and he'd be damned if he didn't get the opportunity.
Elyon had said he couldn't tell Raphael.
He never said anything about Gabriel.
"No, no that's not important-"
"Well being the one who is going to have to face Raph when he finds out, I happen to think it's probably the most important thing-"
"I need to tell you something!"
He blinked, not used to such outbursts from him, Salathiel was not someone who had these sorts of things. He was quiet. Well tempered. He was like a mini Raphael without the lightning, not saying he couldn't take it, he and his archangel were often times seen messing around with the thunderstorms on Earth. He was the calm to Raphael's temper. So whatever this little lightning rod had on his mind was something important enough that he was willing to risk snapping at the Messenger like this.
Gabriel sat back, "What's on your mind kiddo? Sit on down. Before you fall down."
Salathiel did as he was told, stumbling into the room, he wasn't good at keeping secrets. Okay, he was, there was things he was intending to take to his eternal grave, but this was something that someone needed to know, if there was anyway of anyone helping Michael then someone needed to know. Besides, technically he wasn't breaking his promise, he wasn't telling Raphael.
He took the seat opposite the archangel, and began to fiddle with his hands, a nervous tick.
The Archangel waited patiently, or, as patiently as Gabriel can wait for anything.
"Kiddo, just take a deep breath, and spit it out."
Nodding, he took a deep breath and, "Michael's fading."
And everything came to a grinding halt. Gabriel blinked. It took a moment to register.
Michael. Michael was fading. He shook his head, there was no way, surely someone would have told him. I mean its bad enough to just die but for one to fade? This wasn't possible. The last time this had happened was right after...And...
Lucifer had been the one to fix him.
Despite what they may think, or attempt to convince themselves and others, Michael and Lucifer were more alike then they liked to admit. They took the same stance on certain things, such as younger angels keeping secrets and not doing as they were told, and it usually resulted in someone not being able to sit comfortably for a long time to come.
"You four are what?"
Zazriel was rubbing miserably at his bottom, trying to swallow his sniffles, Lucifer was rubbing at his shoulder, the venom long gone but still sore.
Not as sore as the armours bottom.
But sore.
"You...You heard me!"
"Kid.", Lucifer looked up at him, "Do not think I won't give you another round."
Zazriel was quick to shake his head, jumping back, hands still behind him.
"Then watch your tone."
Lucifer regarded him and rolled his eyes, beckoning younger angel closer, his armour sniffled again but moved to his side. Sitting awkwardly, squirming slightly in the spot, but melted into his side when the archangel pulled him closer.
"Take a deep breath."
He inhaled. Deeply. Watching the archangel closely. He made a small noise. Lucifer chuckled softly.
"And let it go you goofball."
He exhaled, looking down at the archangels hand when he held it out, "Firstly, give me the blade."
Zazriel nodded, handing it over without comment, watching and taking note as to where Lucifer stashed it, within his jacket on the right side.
"Now tell me again what you're planning."
"We need a new powerhouse in the big seat. Michael's gotta go. The masses agreed unanimously. It's time for a change of scenery. We need a new person in charge, Michael just isn't the right fit anymore."
"Zazriel that's a little treasonous."
Well, it was more then a little bit of treason, it was basically the biggest treason there could be. He hummed, leaning back into the pew again, scratching lightly at his shoulder. Looking around at their surrounds for a long minute.
"Why a decrepit church?"
"Kind of poetic."
He turned to look at the shorter angel, raising an eyebrow in confusion, semi-curiosity. Zazriel had always been a strange one. Sort of cryptic. Lucifer assumed he got it from Father.
Father was known for being cryptic.
"Poetic?"
"Look at it Luci.", Zazriel untangled an arm from his archangels side and motioned around, "It's falling apart. Tarnished. But it's still beautiful."
That it was. It still was a sight to see. Zazriel had strange taste, a strange eye, but it was always with well hidden meanings. He smiled down at him, pressing his lips to his nose lightly in teasing, if there was one angel not technically considered fallen that he didn't have an issue with, it was him.
"You're lucky I like you so damn much."
Zazriel smiled and squirmed slightly, "Did you have to b-"
"Don't ruin the moment bucko. You earned it. Not going to be disrespected."
He felt the younger nod.
The crowd couldn't move, they didn't dare, silence rang louder then anything. Samandriel was still struggling to keep Gadreel from falling completely to the ground, he was still in no shape to be having this much excitement and was quickly loosing his ability to stand on his own, and Samandriel was not strong enough to keep him on his feet.
Angels parted quickly, bowing away at their arrival, Raphael looked at his building in shock. Eyes taking in every piece of rubble and broken stone. All his work, his experiments, everything was destroyed.
Michael took one look.
"What happened here."
No one wanted to be the one to step forward and explain what had just happened here. He looked around at all the angels, his eyes staying momentarily on Samandriel and Gadreel, and he kneeled next to Thaddeus. Pressing two fingers he felt for a beat of grace, it was weak, barely there. He would be lucky to be half of what he was, take eons for him to build up his grace once more.
"Thaddeus, can you open your eyes?"
"NO!"
Michael's head shot up at the outburst, eyes locking on the angel it had come from, even Raphael turned from looking over Elijah. His hands were burnt. Completely roasted. Samandriel swallowed at the archangels attentions on him, adjusting his grip on Gadreel's limp body.
"What did you say?"
His voice wasn't raised, it wasn't threatening, but it still made some rustle their wings in reaction. Samandriel licked his lips.
"N-No-He-He doesn't deserve your help."
Michael made a small noise, eyes drifting back to Gadreel, "And who, little angel, would?"
"E-Elyon."
The elder Archangel stood instantly, leaving Thaddeus there on the ground, he pretended not to hear the rustle of chortles behind him from the crowd. This little angel had his complete and utter attention. Samandriel struggled to keep Gadreel from falling, adjusting his grip again.
"He-He was hurt-Thaddeus hurt him."
Michael's eyes widened, following the younger angels finger, and he bolted towards the wrecked building.
Elyon sucked in a deep breath, eyes fluttering open, and he coughed softly. Grimacing as the pain hit him tenfold. Eyes slowly, he looked down at the cause of such pain, and his breathing quickened.
There was a pole stuck through his stomach.
"Mi-Mich-Michael?"
He wanted Michael. Michael knew how to make it better. He knew how to make everything better.
"Mich-Michael?"
There is so much going on! Gabriel knows about Michael! Salathiel told him that and other things! Lucifer knows about the plan between the armours! And Michael knows about Gadreel! Whats going to happen now? What does Lucifer have to do with Michael fading? Will Elyon be okay? Elijah?