Azrael's face was gently lite in the pale moonlight and her pale skin looked like the creamy clouds outside to Micheal. But the wrinkles were she had winced in pain were still visible on her otherwise smooth skin. Her beautiful black hair reminded Micheal of the ravens she was supposed to help create today.
But any excuse to spend more time with Azrael. She looks beautiful in her black robes and they hugged her figure nicely. The curves beneath the robes were alluring to say the least. Micheal was completely swooned by the angel beside her. So swoon she almost didn't notice an important body part missing.
"Azrael what happened to your hand?" Micheal said softly almost aghast at how Azrael had not asked her for a new cooperation hand or how the celestial form had not healed itself.
"I did the Hellfire ceremony so that I could fully know what we will be up against when the demons grow in power and attack us. What I did was for the good of all of us and the good of you." She swallowed hard as she said that last bit. She more did it for Micheal than any of the other angels but she didn't need to know that. Or perhaps she already knew.
Micheal shook her head and reached out her hand and in a demanding archangel tone of voice that was not to be trifled with or questioned she said "Give me your arm."
"It won't work. Hellfire destroys the celestial and corporate form. It can not grow or be miracled back. "
"Oh come now dear! You simply are not as powerful as I am. I am an archangel after all. Your arm now please dear."
"You can't heal it!"
"We will never know if you don't let me try!"
Azreal groaned and handed her arm over.
"It won't work. I am telling you. You are only setting yourself up for failure."
"How dare you talk to me like that! You are my Seraphim and I give you orders!"
"If that were the case you would have found a new Seraphim who would better follow your commands Archangel Micheal maam."
"I...um..." Micheal did not know what to say. It felt as though the longing she had to run her fingers through the dark wavy locks was choking her. No Seraphim would ever compare in beauty or intelligence as Azrael did.
Micheal then proceeded to focus all her energies on the stub. It made her feel sick just to look at the jagged scaring where she had cut her own hand off. She could heal it though. She was an archangel and she would make it all better.
She concentrated all her energies on the arm before her. But she could feel nothing. There was nothing to pull from because there was nothing there. The celestial form there was dead.
Out of desperation, Micheal began searching the mental images of the angel books she had had to memorize for the position she was placed into. It was usually Azrael who came up with all the brilliant ideas and plans that always worked without fail. She never had to use her own brain most of the time. Then Micheal remembered how the Almighty had shown her how animals regrow damaged skin and perhaps it would work on an angel too.
"Give me your other hand! I have an idea!" Her voice was bubbling over with hope more out of desperation than certainty.
"Stop Micheal! Don't do this to yourself." Azrael said it gently and with the subtlety of not wanting to see Micheal get hurt. As an archangel, she had been sheltered from the cruelty of the demons and she wanted to keep it that way. In fact, she had been sheltered from most evil ways so she did not understand pain or suffering so she would only be broken up about a long term disability like this one. And she wanted to keep it that way which is why she had done what she had done.
"Just give me your other hand! I can fix it! I can miricle your hand back into existence!"
"Stop Micheal..." She reached up with her right hand and slowly pushed the curls that were falling from her perfectly placed hair.
She instantly regretted that as Micheal took her hand and held the left arm and the right hand close to each other. She squinted her blue eyes in such a cute way that it made Azrael's heart go out to her. She really was trying to do the right thing. But it won't work. Though Azrael didn't mind having her fingers intertwined with her one true love.
"Micheal please stop..." She begged again and slowly pulled her hand and arm away from Micheal's weakening grasp as the tears began to line her delicate face.
"I told you before it won't work."
"But don't understand. Everything in heaven can be healed."
"This is something new. Something awful. This could have been you and your whole body. She reached within her robes and pulled out a vile with red liquid in it.
"I stole this from Lucifer. We have a chance now. We just need to revert the ingredients and we will have something to purge the evilness from heaven once and for all."
Micheal had a deep frown upon her face.
"They deserve so much worse...they deserve to be turned into the monsters they are truly in their souls and have it reflected in their outward appearance."
"Yes! The fall will make this happen and we can make our own weapon to destroy any who dare try and return. We will have our revenge, my love! You just wait and see!"
My love sounded like music to Micheal's ears and she hummed contently. My love. Yes...she could get used to this.