"I though I made it clear when I said to follow my order."
It was not often that the Messenger and his Lieutenant disagreements, but there they stood nose to nose, glaring at each other in way that was unnatural for them. The pair of them had a close relationship, thicker then thieves for the most part, and that relationship had weathered a lot of storms but always came out unscathed.
Zaveriel glared right back, shoving the Archangel away from him harshly, his voice sharp and precise when he rebutted the accusation.
"I would have was your order to inane and idiotic."
Others gathered to watch the spectacle, it had been one of those particular hunts that nearly all of the archangels and their seconds had come to join, and of course the fledgling that was a force all on her own right.
Nisroc stood next to his Commander, nodding along in agreement to the messengers accusation in return, it was not often that the Power agreed with the Chief Principality and it wasn't because of ill will towards the other, they were quite good friends. They just had different ways of showing their detest to some orders.
The messenger Chief just straight out ignored the ones he thought to be ludicrous.
"It wasn't up for you to decide, I gave you the order, and you will follow it."
"I refuse to follow orders that make no sense."
Michael stepped up next to his younger brother, Raphael sparing him a look before both of them returned to the argument unfolding before them, it had been some time since they had witnessed a fight between those two.
They were rare, to say the least."
"I am your Commander and you will follow any order I give."
Gabriel had stepped closer, grace snapping angrily in return, towering over the younger angel. It would send most tumbling back with an apology quick on the lips, but they didn't choose just any angel to serve directly under them, and the ones that they usually chose from the bunch had more backbone then to stand down. Thus was the case when Zaveriel held his arms out in a human gesture of 'whatcha gonna do?' shoving the Messenger back again.
"Some Commander, honestly, we're all just waiting for the moment it becomes too much again and you just up and abandon us again."
It was a low blow, thus was the way with arguments, and the others could see the hurt in the Messenger's eyes when his lieutenant spit it out at him. Little Akeela made it to her choir masters side and clung to his hand, hiding behind his leg, watching as her two friends broke out in front of her.
Castiel was standing in front of his two charges, waiting for the moment to jump in should their argument turn for the worse, he has seen what archangels can do when they lose their temper. Sam and Dean watched the two of them, like a tennis match, throwing words back and forth.
"I refuse to risk myself for the likes of him."
There was a venom to his words as he threw his finger towards the seraph that stood guard over his two humans. Castiel was, least to say, not well like among most of the Host. He having turned his back on them and then aiding the two humans in killing them off when they refused to bow to his will. How many had died by his hand for his self-righteous determination of what was 'right'.
The answer was too many.
"He is your brother and we protect our own."
Zaveriel was quick to spit back, "Like you protected us?" Gabriel looked as though he'd been struck "He is no brother of mine and I will not stoop so low as to throw myself into danger for his wellbeing.", He sneered at the lowly foot soldier as he completely ignored his Archangel before him, "I'd rather see him on the end of a sword before I jump in front of one for him."
It was not in his nature to hate other angels, Zaves was a very loving angel, and once you became his friend that friendship lasted a lifetime. But he was also quick to hate when he was wronged and was not easy to gain forgiveness from either. His biggest flaw was his ability to hold grudges.
"The war is over Zaveriel. We all made mis—"
"The war is never over! It will never be over! It lives on in everyone who lived through it. Do not pretend to be so blind as to not see it. Not that I would expect you to understand, where were you again, while your flock suffered at the cruel hands of tyrants?"
It was an admission that everyone was ignoring. Nisroc lowered his head at the thought, something that haunted nearly everyone's mind, and had not been mentioned lest it be true. The proof was all around them. The fighting may have stopped but the war would never come to an end. Not really.
Zaveriel stepped forward, waving a hand in the others directions, "Look around you! We have suffered so much because of angels like him." He pointed harshly at Castiel again and the seraph bristled slightly, "Look at what lays before you; Akeela is little more then 6 millenniums old and most of that time was spent fighting in their war, she was whipped Commander for merely being in the choir she was in.", he gestured to Nisroc, "The Power hides it well but the screams haunt him. He can't close his eyes without seeing the red blood flowing around him. The regrets he has at simply following orders will never leave him again.", he backed up, standing up straight, "I took charge when you abandoned us and I am telling you I will never stand on the line for him. Orders or not."
"You are stepping out of line."
Gabriel was losing control of the argument, bringing up the war had thrown most of the archangels off kilter, it was not something they thought of in these days though perhaps they should have. It had never really occurred to them how many of their siblings put on a brave face and were still haunted in the dark.
"I'm only following your example."