No One's POV
Despite the upcoming war with Darkness being on the forefront of every angel's minds, war was not necessarily as close as one would think; war took time, took patience, took strategy, it was a never ending game of back and forth, like chess pieces moving across an invisible field, two opponents equally matched until one ultimately conceded to the other.
Genesis mused on her errant thoughts and contemplations as well as the no shortage in her work and duties as the Viceroy as she watched her sons, including Finn, gleefully run around the main courtyard with their War Animals that her Father had made for them.
"Alright… That's enough, boys. It's time for bed." Genesis tells her sons as she sees her triplet's wings slowly begin to droop and drag as they chase one another around, all of them play fighting and chasing each other with their animals; Castiel even managing to get along with Finn, although to be fair, it may only be because it was under his mother's watchful eye.
"But-" Castiel immediately complains, beginning to shoot his mother his famous, blue puppy eyes that tended to get him anything and everything he wanted.
"No, no complaining. They'll be in the stables in the morning." Genesis shakes her head. "Now, off to bed." She herds her sons towards their rooms.
"Fine." Castiel huffs a little, crankily stomping off into his room, his raven wings fluffing behind him as if he's pouting.
"S'no fair." Gadreel even manages to huff out a little as he follows his brothers, tromping after Genesis, only to push under her wing a moment later to cuddle and press up against her as they walk towards their rooms.
Tucked safely in their rooms, Finn included, Genesis settles into her own Commander's quarters, scrolls littered around her desk as the celestial sun finally dips below Heaven's horizon, prepared to finish some work that the peace and calm of the evening provided her.
With the sudden ferocity of a winter's storm or an earthquake, a blast rocketed Heaven, sending shudders through part of the citadel, immediately sounding the alarm and rousing Genesis, her armor appearing on her as she rose from her desk and flew into the hallway.
"Momma!" Castiel cries, stumbling out of his room, sleepy-eyed and looking scared, his wings flicking tightly back and forth.
"Go back to your room, Little Duck." Genesis commands, her voice brokering no debate as she begins to draw wards that would seal her children back into their rooms.
"But-"
"Room, now." She repeats before her wards glow bright white and seal all four of her children back into their rooms.
"Viceroy." Gabriel bows before Genesis as she strides out, her armor shimmering slightly, equally so, Gabriel in full battle armor.
"Report?" Genesis questions.
"Attack came from the Southern quarter. Some sort of…" Gabriel hesitates. "There is a few dozen or so…"
"Of?" Genesis prompts her brother to continue his sentence.
"Something. Amara's creation. If you'd like to call it that. Her powers are all over them, though." Gabriel says, his scouts had come back with the report of creatures, dark coils, forms, undefined, but clearly Amara's creations and design.
"Are the garrisons ready?" Genesis asks.
"Yes."
"Then let's go." Genesis gives a curt nod as Michael hands over her War Horse, Aurelius.
"For Heaven!" Genesis cries as she takes off, Heaven's angels charging after her, a wave of angels galloping and flying through the gates of the citadel.
"For Heaven! For the Viceroy!" Gabriel echoes as his brothers follow shortly after him and Genesis.
Later, in the darkness of night, the rumbles of battle calmed, Heaven finally fell back into an almost unsettling sort of peace, the creations of Darkness defeated by the angels, and wards reset, Genesis now finding herself once again in her room surrounded by her sons, Balthazar curled behind her on the bed, Castiel and Gadreel snuggled up to her chest and stomach, and Finn nestled up to her hip.