Michael always visited God's system in the Seventh heaven. His last pleasant memories with his creator, his father, was when he would gather his Seraphs and let them see him at work with the system. It was the closest thing they would have as a mortal's quality time spending with one's family. Even now, as Michael kept God's system afloat, he would see fragments of those innocent times not unlike how one would look at a mirror.

He missed his father.

The church's followers would often ask in prayer: what is God like? And Michael would only answer to himself, 'He is warm. Even seeing him dutifully observing the system, the universe, you can see his love.'

"When he sees tragedy, he would weep. When he sees atrocity, he would rage. When he sees good, his smile would be felt between the realms of heaven." Michael spoke out loud to himself. "I wish I could say this to all of you."

Michael wished. Because most prayers have always been asking God for intervention: God, save me! Why haven't you done anything, God? God, please, deliver us from evil!

His father wanted to do nothing but come down and steer everyone's lives for the good of all. But he couldn't. It was a violation of the system's foundation, to God's being. One of the fragments that popped in front of Michael is one of the many times the two of them talked about the system.

"Freedom-"

"Father?"

"I'm just saying it again."

"Oh, why do you always say it every time we are here?"

"Ha-ha-ha. I think you'll remember it better if I do."

A sigh. "'Freedom is the foundation of my system, of me. The more you can understand that freedom the more you can easily access the system. Please remember that always, my children.' It is the same words, father. Even the system itself in all probability heard those words so much it might gain consciousness."

God could only laugh heartily at Michael's impression of him. "You've improved! I don't sound that stern though."

"I many of us angels would dispute that claim."

"Alright, I'll admit it. But only sometimes."

"Of course-"

A powerful surge of energy snapped Michael from the memory.

"What was that?" The Seraph clutched his head. "It felt like-"

"Michael!" A melodious voice echoed throughout the seventh Heaven. "Brother!"

Another Seraph appeared in a flash of light in front of Michael. Her curly blonde locks caressed her soft skin as she floated closer to Michael, yet, her body moved gracefully despite her voluptuous figure. The Seraph was misty-eyed, something that Michael distressed greatly.

Michael looked at his sister in concern. "Gabriel, what happened?"

"That surge of power just now," A single tear rolled down the cheeks from the most beautiful woman in heaven. "It felt like Father."

Taira-no-Masakado had seen many things in both his life and thereafter. But two angels, a male looking and a female looking one, appearing and looking like they belong to the higher side of their echelon was honestly not something he wanted to deal with. The two each have twelve wings on their back which they promptly hid as if by magic. Masakado had encountered similar demons in the conception, rather, the memories from his predecessor gave him knowledge of them.

"Fear not, samurai."

"Divines-" The old samurai queried. "No, Seraphs?"

"Yes." The male looking one bowed slightly. "I am Michael."

The female looking one curtsied. "I am Gabriel."

"I apologize deeply for entering your domain, Masakado." Michael's emerald eyes betrayed a distressed gaze, something the old samurai could easily observe. "My sister and I have only one matter we wish to ask you."

"All of Heaven felt it and we narrowed the source in this land." Michael carried on. "It was a very powerful surge of divine energy. We-"

"Do you know from whom it came from?" Gabriel clasped Masakado's hand.

A flash of instinct gave insight to the old warrior. Were these two here for Kashima? The Fiend was the only one he knew who could, and had, emitted a surge of power. The last time Kashima unleashed it was when they spoke a day ago. Masakado was grateful for his mask, else the two would see him looking tense.

But the question remained. 'Why are they interested?'

"I sensed the same." The samurai let go of Gabriel. "But Tokyo is vast, Japan even more so. I could not determine where the source of it is at the moment."

The angels became crestfallen, it was a slight thing but the old warrior noticed. Gabriel, especially, looked at Michael in earnest. But it was no lie, he couldn't possibly know where Kashima was at the moment.

"I see…" Michael looked weary. Masakado gathered this should not be a face he should expect from a Seraph. "It's just that… the divine energy felt very similar to-"

Gabriel interjected. "Not similar, brother. It was him; I just know it."

"Him?"

"Like f-." Michael supplied. "Like our creator."

"God?" Masakado might not be as familiar to the churches affiliated to the Seraphs. But even he knew about the God with no name. "You are looking for him?"

"Not looking." Gabriel let out a breath. "We just thought he might still-"

"Sister," Michael chided. "We thank you for indulging in our wishes, Masakado. But we should be on our way."

Gabriel nodded to her brother. "Thank you, Masakado."

"Wait." Masakado faced the Seraphs. "I have not met your creator. But that surge of power, what will you do if the source was not your creator?"

The two were silent as they vanished. Even if the old warrior was not willing to tell the two about the Fiend, but he could at least do this much.

Nevertheless, Masakado felt like he should not have been told such an information, even inadvertently. He would do nothing about the knowledge. He does not even know who he should be privy with such an information and even then, his honor wouldn't allow such a backhanded act. Yet, from the way the two angels acted the old samurai could only look up into the sky in realization.

'God is dead.'

Michael and Gabriel returned to the sixth Heaven. The leader of the Seraphs stepped close to the entrance of the seventh Heaven before turning to meet his sister. Gabriel had her face crunched into a worried expression; he wasn't used to seeing her like this.

"What if Masakado was right?" She looked down as Michael spoke.

"It felt like his presence."

"I know, I felt it too." Michael rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yet, we might have jumped into the possibility, rather than the plausibility."

"I can't be wrong…"

"We haven't felt father's presence in millennia, sister."

"I…"

"The possibility is thin."

A teardrop fell. "I miss father."

Michael didn't miss a beat and hugged his sister tightly. "I miss him too."