There was something about the archangel Micheal that Uriel found unnerving. She wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps it was how her hair always managed to stay in a perfect position of fluff and spirals even after a battle. Why in Heaven did she waste all her angelic energy on keeping her hair so perfect? The minute Uriel was allowed to decide on what hairstyle she wanted her corporation to have she shaved her head. Hair was annoying and got in the way of everything and having demon blood over your face was already unflattering enough. Speaking of demons...
"Let go of me, you stupid bitch!" Jinn screamed. Uriel recognized this one. She was the one who helped kill the archangel Raphael and held him down as he screamed in agony. She wanted to die herself after that but no...that stupid Princibtality Aziraphale got in the way of that too. Oh yeah. She was going to savor every single moment of this. She grabbed the snarled brown hair and turned the demon to face her. Her cheeks looked as though there were maggots under there. Disgusting demonic pigs.
Uriel didn't use her sword. She would do the demon one better. With a quick motion of her hand she had the flaming sword vanish into her celestial form and pulled out a small knife. Jinn saw this and the fear drained from her eyes into a wicked smile and a large chuckle.
"What are you going to do with that princess? Cut me! You already discorporated me twice. So go ahead and drag this out as long as you need. Pain is my pleasure center after all."
Uriel didn't answer and flipped the blade open. There was an inscription on the inner workings of the blade and in one swift motion stuck it through the robe and flesh and felt a smile spread as her eyes were filled with the joyous sound of screams of agony from the opposing demon.
"Tell me do you know what this!?" Uriel snarled driving way too much pleasure from this whole encounter.
"Your cute little angelic weapon because poor little baby angel can't come to fight with a real sword." Jinn teased all though she struggled to maintain the sword as her body quaked in agony. Uriel pulled the blade out seeing red blood fly all over the sand and onto both their robes. Jinn shut her eyes in agony and a small grunt escaped her lips. Uriel flicked to remaining bubbles of blood trapped on the sharp edges of the sword and held the blade close to her face on its side making sure the inscription was clearly visible to the demon.
"Take a closer look," Uriel said her tone giving away more anger than just the righteousness angels were expected to have.
The demon peeled her eyes open and chuckled.
"You think I can still read fucking angel writing."
Uriel smirked. "I supposed not so I will read it for you. 'Right now you have been blown by The Spirit and wherever it takes you you will find souls for your Holy Healing.'"
"Why are you telling me this? What do you want?"
"I must admit Holy Healing is a nice way to put it."
"To put what you crazy bitch."
"Holy Water."
"What?"
Uriel stabbed the knife again and this time the demon wasn't just quaking in pain but in fear as well.
"B-but w-what... I don't understand..."
"Oh, you little traitor don't you get it. You see this jewel at the end." Her index finger moved up the blade to point towards it while keeping a firm grasp on keeping Jinn in her place. Her thumb was already in the place. "With just one little press I can have pints of Holy Water pumping through your bloodstream. When a demon has say a bucket of the stuff poured on their head they scream in agony and melt away like clouds. I wonder what putting it directly in the bloodstream of a demon would do." To emphasis this she pushed the blade deeper into the demonic flesh.
"Okay, okay...I'll make a deal with you." Jinn pleaded.
Uriel just shook her head and laughed heartily. "I don't make deals with demons."
"Well, you might want to reconsider-"
Uriel twisted the blade further in and felt Jinn's lung become punctured. The blood was seeping in and Jinn was struggling to breathe. This day just kept getting better and better.
"Reconsider? Why? Better talk fast and make it worth my while. These are your last words after all." Uriel chuckled. "I mean it will be the most honorable thing you will do with your life. Dying and no longer cursing us with your presence. No longer being an annoying nuisance and burden to the universe."
"We-Ligur and Hastur-they have...argh...an angel...captive...from David's era..."
Jinn for once was right. This was of interest to her. "Go on!"
"She...her name is Lapel..or..urgh...Lapen...no...guh...Lapis...it's Lapis..."
"Lapis the Ophanim in the archangel Micheal's angelic sphere!?"
"I believe..uh...so."
"And why should I believe you?"
"Go...urh...check...h...for your...gh...self...records...kuh...you must...you gotta...have...lugh...kept some...records..."
"Of course we keep records! Don't be stupid! Micheal has hundreds upon thousands of Ophanims! What's one less to us?"
Jinn smiled and her teeth were wine red as the blood had reached her mouth. "That's the beauty of it!"
"Demons can't appreciate anything beautiful!" Scoffed Uriel.
"Allowing a fellow sister to die...ugh...and I thought we were supposed to be the evil ones." Teased Jinn. She struggled to say this as she choked up the blood.
"Of course you are. You are demons who followed Lucifer to Hell after he tried killing all of us and destroying Heaven. You killed more than half the Archangels. You destroy entire planets. You corrupt humans. You torture and kill angels."
"And your...guh...fucking pathetic... what's your damn ... ugh... point...ugh?"
"My point is we are not the same."
"We totally are though."
With that Uriel pressed the button and watched as the Holy Water filled Jinn. Her eyes seemed to pop out of her corporation's skull and melt like crayons. Her entire body fell to mush as she screamed in agony. The veins were also popping beneath the skin in graphic detail from where Uriel was watching this take place. There were screams until the demon disintigrated into a puddle and the smell of sulfur wafted into the air. Demons stank in real life and smelled even worse when they burned in the droplets of Holy Water.
Uriel felt different. As though there was a sick twisting feeling within her corporation's stomach. As though there was feeling of...shit...falling.
It was what did Rapheal call it again? Cognitive Dissoance. When your means don't equal your feelings. But she was an angel. No one gave a flying fuck how she felt. Oh yeah. This new fucking was guilt. Damn it! She wasn't a sinner. Guilt is the universe pushing back against the sin the humans pump out by the dozens. Or maybe she was. But why hadn't she fallen? Fear began to filter through the guilt as well. What was going on? But she knew what she had to do. Or maybe she didn't. The world wasn't making any sense again. She marched back to the general tent where Micheal was. She needed to have a talk with someone.
What she wasn't expecting was to almost be blinded by the light of the Metatron when she lifited the tent flaps.
Micheal turned back to Uriel and said "Oh Uriel. You're here. Just in time."
"Uriel. Uriel means "God is my Light", the third archangel in the book of Solomon. The archangel of wisdom and knowledge." The face of the Metatron said their words pulling together in a chord like sensation. It would have been poetic even.
"This is correct of the gracious and merciful and intelligent voice of God." Uriel took a bow as she said this.
The Metatron went on " You are to leave this planet to the demons. Allow them to take the sulfur they seek and desire. Soon in about three Earth years time the state of Isreal, as well as many other nations and kingdoms who have angered the Lord Almighty, will be lead into captivity and many will die. Their unrepented sins will be justifiable to send the darken souls to Hell and the ones they oppressed will finally receive their divine justice. However, the fires of Hell must never be put out. This is what we the Metatron Say. This is Our Word."
"Wait. Oh, gracious and mighty Metron. I have an issue with something related to this." Uriel said with a shaking voice of reference. The eyes of the Metatron focused on her and his head slowly moved into a nodd.
"Speak Archangel of Wisdom."
"A few decades ago there was an angel from the archangel Micheal's ranks who was an Ophanim. Her name is Lapis."
The Metatron nodded. "Go on."
"She is in Hell being tortured by the demons as we speak. What can we do to help her?"
"If it is in God's will she will escape. If it is not she will be killed. We have spoken." And with that, the light of the Metatron and the voice disappeared into the void.
Micheal turned to Uriel and both looked confused and felt a tad disappointed that they weren't going to get to fight more demons. Oh well. The Metatron's word is final.