It was a mission gone awry that truly forced them all into the realization that their little friend was just that, only little. It was true that she could hold her own, growing up mid a legendary war would teach any one how to survive even in the darkest of circumstances. She had one stood against Heaven's sword himself and managed to walk away from it at one point. She had been hurt in such ways no fledgling should ever experience during younger formative years.
But she was still only little.
Her shriek of terror pulled them all away from the matter at hand, human eyes spinning to look at the cause and celestial eyes blazing in a fury that none had seen since that fateful day. A demon attempting a grab at the throne had managed to snatch her from behind and pressed his blade against her smooth tender little neck.
"Everyone stops or she get it."
She shook with fear but managed to repress it, a fire burning in those little eyes that should never have been lit at such an age but had saved her life more times than not burned deep into her strange grace.
The little one stared straight at her choir master, her struggles for freedom fading as their eyes met, as fate would be on her side in that moment the older angel was merely waiting for the right moment to take the fray into his own hands. He gave a short nod first, and a smile managed to worm its way onto the fledglings features despite her precarious peril at hand. "This counts as one of those times." It was only in her favor that the demon who managed to snag her up was new to the position, had not yet been hardened by the fires of Hell, and thus was easy to harm even for a mighty such as her tiny self. She pulled her leg forward and back against with the might of a terrified fledgling who refused to be too weak again, she kicked the demon in the gut hard enough that she could have burst a kidney had the demon needed it to survive.
Even still the pain of it was enough that he dropped her to the floor where she landed in a small heap, scurrying quickly to hide behind her master's leg. With her safely out of the way the reinstated archangel surged forward in all the fury of a burning star, proving as to why they were referred to as Heaven's most terrifying weapons.
The Morningstar lifted the demon who dared touch his fledgling and usurp his throne up by the neck, fingers digging into the windpipe tight enough that it caused him to start wheezing. Around them the other demons halted in their assault, turning to watch the proceedings with wide frightened eyes, dropping their weapons when the burning icy gaze of Hell's rightful king turned on each of them in turn.
"I want it to be known that anyone who dares touch myfledgling will be standing against me."
They shivered and knelt in fear of opposing their rightful King, not wanting to upset him further, and he turned back to the demon at hand, "Count your stars that she is here with me or I would tear you apart piece by piece. I am your King and whomever shall take the Throne as my regent will be picked by myself and myself alone. Do you understand?"
The young demon nodded frantically, as best as he could, and counted himself as lucky when the archangel merely squeezed his neck harder but dropped him into a sputtering wheezing mess on the floor.
With the decree renewed in their minds the Morningstar turned to swoop the fledgling up onto his arm, "Are you alright."
"Yea", though he could see the faintest glint of fear shining in her eyes he decided to not call her out on her bluff "I'm okay Luci."
"Glad to hear it."