YOU BUILD ME UP, YOU BREAK ME DOWN-20
Michael stared at Gabriella, eyes boring into her face as she looked down at the ground. He opened his mouth to say something, stopped and then continued, "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
Gabriella muttered as though she was speaking to the ground-"It was a last attempt at peace."
Michael sighed before saying, "Gibs this war is inevitable now. It was always meant to happen. Armageddon."
Gabriella silently nodded and muttered sorry. Michael moved and kept a hand on her shoulder- "I am not angry sweetheart. It is just that- I kind of don't like it when you...you talk to...to him."
Gabriella looked up through her eyelashes, smirking. She grabbed him by the collar gently and brought his ear near her mouth as she whispered softly-"Jealous are we Mike?"
Michael's hands wrapped around her waist as he mumbled back- "Maybe." The smirk never left her mouth as she looked at him and muttered, "That is just too hot you know."
A devilish grin crossed Michael's face as he inched closer but suddenly pulled back and groaned, sensing someone nearing them. An angel came and asked for him to come see the battle preparations. He nodded and started walking away before turning back and saying, "This is not over Gabriella."
He gave her a wink as she whispered, "Sure it isn't."
Lilith stood behind the door as she looked at Lucifer, sitting inside with his eyes focused on the map in front of him. Lilith gave herself a mental pat on the back over how this situation had turned out.
This is just what she wanted- Heaven versus Hell.
She was going to give Gabriella the pain of her life through this battle. Oh how she longed for it to just start. She took a deep breath before opening the door.
"Luce- when do we march?"
Lucifer turned around and shrugged- "I am not sure yet Lilith. We are almost ready, so I guess in about a month we shall leave Hell."
Lilith said, "I have an idea- Why not leave early. I am sure Heaven's army is not mobilized yet. We will have the element of surprise. The attack will start sooner than they expected, giving us the upper hand."
Lucifer cocked his eyebrow and grinned. He sat up straight and said, "That is good. They will sure not see this coming. When do you suggest we leave?"
Lilith grinned and moved over, whispering her suggestion in his ear.
A devilish grin (No pun intended) crossed his face as he drew Lilith in for a passionate kiss.
Michael stood in front of the 11 Heavenly Host members as Sam, Dean and Bobby stood in the background. He had 2 swords in his hand- An angelic and one commonly used in combat in Hell. He stopped at a spot as all the angels drew their swords to their side in one fluid motion.
Michael smiled and said, "You are the Heavenly Hosts- Heaven's most skilled warriors. Today is the time to prove it."
He raised the other sword in his hand into the air and continued- "This is a demonic forged sword, used by your contemporaries in Hell. Much more effective than ours in many ways. I want you all to take your own sword and duel against me. I shall be using the demon blade. So- Who's first?"
Stefan stepped forward, grinning. He stood back and raised his sword high into the air as he momentarily shut his eyes- A mark of respect to one's opponent before any battle in Heaven. Within a fraction of a second, Michael brought down his sword and unbalanced Stefan.
"What the F-"
Stefan fell to the ground as Michael put his legs on either side of his chest. He raised the sword high into the air and brought it down, stopping centimetres short of his heart. It was clear and fatal blow.
"Remember Stefan," said Michael as he helped him up, "We are chivalrous, they are not. For once, forget all the Military formalities and duel the hell. Next!"
One by one, all members of the Host came and failed miserably. Annabeth gave him a serious competition but was struck when she got momentarily distracted by some movement behind her.
"Who's next," said Michael, and then looked up. Gabriella stood in front of him, smirking. He grinned broadly. There was mumbling from the other angels, as Sam and Dean looked at each other, grinning.
She took out her sword from the scabbard and raised it high. Michael copied her movements. Suddenly, he brought down his sword and Gabriella ducked narrowly. She turned around swiftly before bringing down her own sword in a fluid motion. Michael blocked it with his own sword before turning it so violently that Gabriella was thrown back roughly.
Some of the angels gasped. This was not different from a real duel- This was nothing like practice. There was clear bloodlust in their eyes as Gabriella heaved herself up. She ran towards him as he pulled out his sword. She ducked at the last moment, unbalancing Michael. He fell down as Gabriella kept her legs on either side of his chest. She raised her swords high and was about to bring it down.
"What the Hell!"
Michael slid his arm under her leg and she lost her equilibrium. The position was now reversed. Michael sat down on his knees as Gabriella was on the ground. He raised his sword but Gabriella let out a cry of pain. He looked back immediately and found himself pinned on the ground, Gabriella's blade inches from his chest. A Fatal blow.
"Last point," shouted Gabriella as she looked at Michael, "Never get so easily distracted."
There were claps and laughter from the assembled angels as Michael sulked and Gabriella helped him up, laughing.
He whispered in her ear, "I will take revenge you know. Don't think this is over."
Gabriella looked at him and mumbled, "Later, my love."
Both of them dusted their clothes when they heard a shout from behind them. Mary, an angel, was running towards them, frantic.
"Sir Michael," she gasped, "We are doomed."
Gabriella asked, "What happened, Mary?"
She looked at them with angst in her eyes- "Hell has marched out. They will be here in three days' time."
Gabriella looked at Michael, panicked. She turned to the Hosts- "What the Hell are you waiting for. Go mobilize the army. NOW!"