Return of the Angels
They arrived in the conference room that the Guardian Force used for Intel meetings and other important stuff. Well this was just as important as any other thing. Apollyon gently lowered Celine on her feet, patted her head and took up a seat at the table. She watched as everyone gathered around, the angels were really comfortable and confident as the most important ones sat at the table and the others behind them to act as guards. The humans were the ones that felt uncomfortable. It had taken them a while to find the courage to sit at the table opposite the angels.
But they were not feeling like Celine. She was lost and confused, struggling to comprehend any of it.
But she did notice that the head of the table was vacant for her. Azrael sat on the right side of the chair and Storm on the left. It was obvious that they wanted her to be seated next to someone she knew and trusted. But why did it have to be her father on the other side of her? She sighed mentally and took up the seat, beginning the meeting the moment she sat down. The air of tension was lifted as she sat down and everyone looked relieved, as if they were able to breathe better.
Kristen stood up from his seat next to Storm. "We understand enough to know that you are here to aid Celine in a battle against the approaching demons, but what we don't get is why our planet is targeted."
"It's because I'm here, Kristen." Celine replied as she crossed her arms.
"Where did that come from, Celine?" he asked with a frown. "The demons want our planet, so it's really got nothing to do with you being here."
"You're wrong, Kristen," she said looking up at him.
"How much do you know, Celine?" Michael asks her.
She looked at him and then she looked up at the black large screen that usually is always filled with colours, pictures and information. She took in the silence that bore around her with everyone expecting her to answer. She closed her eyes and reeled off all the information she knew. Who she was, what she was, where she was born, how she was born and why her significance is important to all of the angels. She reeled off the information she had off the demons. What they are, who they work for, where and how they were created and why they were created. But then it all comes to linking down to her. She was the link that kept the demons charging for destruction. With her around, they would not seek anything else but to taste her power on their fingertips.
"I know enough to understand that the only reason why they are hectic is because I exist." She looked at her father. "In truth it should not have been possible for me to have been born from angels. It has always been known to be impossible for them to breed."
"Yet you're mother and I was the first to generate life to create a perfect being," he said with a small smile.
"But you don't know how it happened. I just came into being, right?"
"That sums it up, yes," he said sadly. He turned to face everyone. "What I tell you now is only what Michael and I know. The day that Celine was born, the heaven's shook, power exploded and rippled out into space, the elements flared to life like never before, and the Creator was shaken beneath it. It was also that very same day where the Creator ordered Michael to slay Celine."
Everyone's eyes turned to Michael who looked away ashamed. Many accusing stares, many disgusted ones and many confused ones. Only Celine looked at Michael with pity, knowing what he must be going through at the moment. He's in turmoil and now he was the very pinpoint of everyone's hatred. She knew that Michael was the Creator's warrior. He would obey without hesitation but what had stayed his sword that day of her birth? Almost as if feeling that there was one person not looking at him in hatred, he lifted his head and looked at her, guilt in his eyes.
"Since when do any of you have the right to look at Michael with hatred?" Celine spoke up and Michael looked at her surprised. She looked at each important angel and the lesser ones behind with a glare. "There is obviously more to the story, he stayed his blade that day, but he did what all of you would have done in his place."
"Celine, he was going to kill you!" Moonbay exclaimed as she stood up.
"Sit down, Moonbay!" Celine demanded and the woman instantly obeyed. "If anyone should be looking at him in hatred and with no trust, it should be me. My father had not yet finished the story and you're all instantly accusing Michael of doing something he hasn't even done. I am still alive. My heart is not on the other end of his blade!"
Azrael looked upon his daughter proudly and he felt quite happy that she addressed him as father and not Azrael, although she hasn't directly called it him yet. "She's right; it's not fair of the lot of you for looking at Michael with such hatred and distrustful glares. What stayed his blade that day was Michael himself. Of course I had to fight my own brother so he wouldn't kill my daughter, but the Creator's Seraphim intervened and stopped me from fighting Michael so he could finish the job. Just as he was about to plunge that blade of his through her, he stopped. Celine was staring straight at him with knowing eyes. It surprised me tremendously when he picked her up and held her so naturally in his arms. The Seraphim at first were ashamed of him for disobeying a direct order, but when they approached, they found out why he had stayed his blade."
He stopped and everyone looked at him with wide mouths. It was obvious that they wanted to know why Michael stopped his blade but it looked as if he himself didn't know. He looked at Michael with a warm smile, an encouraging gesture that was unable to be seen from underneath that cloaked his face in the shadows. Michael took a deep breath and faced everyone. He sat in between Gabriel and Apollyon and he had definitely felt that killing feeling from Apollyon. The older angel had definitely wanted to kill him.
"That day I discovered that if Celine died…so would everything else."
XxX
Everyone was looking at him as if he had lost his mind entirely. Apollyon burst out from his chair and looked down at him. "What the hell do you mean, Michael?" he demanded. "What are you talking about?"
"Exactly what I said," he replied without looking up at him.
"Would you like to demonstrate what you're trying to explain to them?" Celine offered and he looked at her as if thanking her for the assistance.
"It'll be most appreciative, but would it be alright with your father?"
She looked at her father and gazed away as if she cared little for what he cared for. "Like I care if he's not alright with it! I asked if you wanted to demonstrate what you meant, I wasn't asking my father."
Michael smiled and stood from his seat to walk around to hers. She stood up at his approach and he was gazing around the room. He spotted a blossomed flower in a pot near the window, using his powers to bring it over to him and placed it on the table. She lifted her arm up to him and he gratefully took it and held it gently in his hand. Everyone watched their strangeness, and everyone but Azrael instantly panicked when Michael brought out a small dagger from his belt. They lunged, even Apollyon, but Azrael put up a hand and everyone stopped and just watched.
Michael pressed the tip of the blade in her wrist and immediately withdrew it. A small red dot appeared on her skin, but the reaction was not something that was expected. The flower that Michael had placed beside Celine instantly wilted. Everyone stared at it in shock, not quite comprehending what just happened. Celine rubbed the small prick with her finger and felt something warm in her finger pressed down into the wound. When she took her finger away she saw no more blood or even the small needle sized hole there.
"Sorry," Michael apologized and Celine instantly punched him in the arm. He looked at her with wide blue eyes.
"What are you apologizing for?"
"Well…I…" he looked at the spot where the wound was but no longer there. He had hoped that looking at the wound would have helped him explain why he apologized. Her expression lightened and she shook her head.
"Don't worry about it, and besides, I offered for you to show them."
"Put a finger on the soil," Michael suddenly instructed and she looked at him confused. He nodded down at the plant pot and she put a finger on the soil. "Now bring the flower back to life."
"Excuse me?" she said to him.
"Bring the flower back to life, Celine." He said again.
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm the angel of death's daughter. I don't do life, I do death."
Michael smiled. "You're both, now do it."
"Look, there is no way that I'll be able to bring this flower back to life." Something tumbled from within her, shot across her finger and entered the pot. The soil warmed and searched for the flower bulb and instantly the flower within reacted. It shot through the soil and out of it, blossoming into a completely different flower. Before it was a simple yellow daisy, now it was more than one flower. There was a white, red and black rose opened wide and side by side. Everyone gasped when the flowers bloomed.
"You were supposed to have brought the daisy back to life, not bring three different roses growing from one bulb." Michael scolded.
"For her first lesson of learning her abilities, I'd say she did pretty well." Azrael commented.
"She did better than just well. She's a natural at this, but she needs to focus and aim at doing something simple instead of something random. Maybe the next thing she does is bringing those mechanical fighting weapons to life and then it's going to be dangerous. A simple thought from her mind and those things would be doing anything."
"What do you mean I can bring them to life?" Celine exclaimed in complete shocking outrage.
"How else do you think that Mai is able to possess emotions like a human being?" Michael asks.
"That's how she was programmed." Celine retorted.
"She wasn't programmed like a machine, Celine. Her core, or should I say her heart, has been touched by your power and made her come alive."
"There's no…way…"
"That is why you are to lead us. You are the strongest but currently you're so unstable that the demons would win the battle before they even get here."
"But I can't lead you!"
"Why not? You're the only Seraph left; you are the leader of the angels… Well besides the Creator…"
"How can I lead you when I haven't gained my winds yet?"
The room turned solidly silent. Michael looked at her with completely baffled eyes. The other angels glanced at each other with complete shock on their faces. Azrael, the only angel to have known before, whistled, playing as if he hadn't known and Apollyon hit him on the back of his head. They glared at each other and just as they were about to lunge for each other, Michael spoke, stopping them.
"What do you mean you haven't gained your wings yet?"
"I haven't gained them yet…" she said with innocent cluelessness.
"Either way we've still got to teach her how to properly use her powers." Azrael said standing up and Michael looked at him. "She'll gain her wings when she obviously thinks she's ready." He turned to his daughter. "Our Creator can't give you yours wings like he's given us ours. Only you can determine if you're ready for them. So it's obvious that you don't think you're ready for them yet."