"I would stop for whatever your doing, angel." A deep and masculine voice broke the tense silence, making Moxxie stop dead in his tracks. Turning around, he was faced with a caged angel with inky black wings that screamed power. He was a tall back male figure, with almost golden eyes, wearing a formal tux and black jeans. "It won't help you. Trust me—I've tried."

Moxxie had his curiosity peaked now. Who was this angel? Why was he locked up with the fallen angels and dangers to heaven? He didn't look—fallen. So why was he here?

"Who are you?" Moxxie questioned, keeping his bloodied blades to his side as he inspected the angel.

"My name? Michael, the Prime Archangel and Captain of Heaven...or at least, once was." His expression turned to one of lost hope and sadness. He didn't enjoy being locked up, not one bit. He was supposed to lead heaven, not be trapped and locked away in it.

"Michael? Seriously?" He exclaimed in slight excitement but quickly regained his composure in front of Michael. "Why aren't you then?"

"I was overrun of my throne, by Jophiel." Michael paused, standing up and letting his black wings unfurl and stretch out. It was a sight to see, a real angel that wasn't part of a corrupt society under Jophiel.

"Help him out Moxxie, he is an important ally," Maxiel whispered in Moxxies mind, and he gave a small nod. Michael had a small look of confusion but was replaced by intrigue once he realized what was happening.

"You're hearing him, arent you?"

Moxxie paused and then gave a small nod. "Yeah, I am."

"He's a good angel," Michael chuckled lightly, getting a fond memory of Maxiel.

Meanwhile, Moxxie pulled up his two blades and looked over to Michael. "You might want to back up." As he said that, Michael took a few steps back, and Moxxie slashed the lock like butter with the blades, breaking at the chain links closest to the lock.

"You—" Michael looked shocked, "You—have angel blades? Where did you get those?" He questioned, tilting his head lightly to the right.

Moxxie sighed, and pointed with his arm without looking back, gesturing to the dead angels in the red-spattered hallway.

"Oh...I stand corrected then." He replied, and pushed the silver and gold door out of the way, letting it swing open as he walked out. taking a deep breath of fresh air.

There is a small silence.

"Thank you, demon." Michael gave a little nod of respect and gratitude."I feel we must part. You have your goal to defeat Jophiel, yes?"

"Yeah," He replied.

"I must retrieve my brothers," Michael puts his hand on Moxxies shoulder, and he is felt with a wave of calm and awe. Michael was a true symbol of justice, the true leader of the angels— who wouldn't like him?

"If you think that so cool, you should've seen him when he fought in The Battle of Heaven's Gate!" Maxiel chuckled inside of the demon's head, making Moxxie smile.

"The Battle of Heaven's Gate?" Moxxie silently questioned, curious at what his angel side said, but quickly regained his focus back to Michael.

Michael let go of Moxxies shoulder. "I have faith in you, demon."

And just like that, Michael made his exit, heading off to find his brothers to help finish and regain order in heaven.

Moxxie nodded one last time, before heading his way out of the big building that seemed to have always stretched an eternity. He walked with confidence, blood stains, and a thirst for revenge. Was he always like this? It felt like this was Maxiels emotions more than his own. Like he too lost someone important in his life to feel that pain...but who? He let the rolling questions fade and arrive as they spun in Moxxies mind.

"Let's get back Millie." Maxiels voice once again rang in his mind, clear as day. The angels had a sense f power and determination that Moxxie had never heard or seen from him before. There was something going on in his head, and he wanted to figure out what was triggering such a response from him.

"Are you okay, Maxiel?" Moxxie questioned, stopping in the middle of the wide streets of heaven. The buildings had a skyline that seemed to have touched the tops of the stratosphere, and the population quadrupled by the minute, tenfold. Time was weird in heaven, it was slower by decades than on Earth. He could only have been in heaven for an hour, and fifty years could pass back on earth; double it and you get the time in hell.

"I'm fine, keep your mind focused Moxxie, we need to go!" The angel ordered, raising his voice one more time, almost sounding...desperate...?

There is a silent pause between the two.

"Maxiel..." Moxxie paused, looking sympathetic. "What happened to you?"

That was the first time Maxiel truly stayed silent.

He was scared.

After a long pause, the angel spoke up.

"A long time ago, I lost my Millie too." He paused, sounding like he might spontaneously combust at any given moment.

"Oh,—oh..." Moxxie felt a sudden wave of dread come over him. He wouldn't be able to live with himself without Millie, she was his true love. Not having her would be worse than hell for him. "I'm sorry, for your—loss." He commented and started to walk down the crowded streets filled with angels and humans alike.

"I just—couldn't forgive myself. And my time is running out."

"Then let's do it. Let's kick some angel ass!" Moxxie said encouragingly, feeling Maxiels spirit lift with the answer.

"Kick some angel ass we shall."

After a while of walking, Moxxie got to the main building, looking like a skyscraper thousands of floors high. The angels all stop when they see Moxxie in his half-angel form walk in with such confidence. The main guards at the doors gave him a cowl and dirty look.

"I think they spotted us," Moxxie whispered as the guards seemed to talk telepathically to each other. They only had a few minutes before a battle ensued, what were they going to do? They aren't powerful enough to take on a whole angel-filled lobby...right?

"Sir, we are going to need you to come with us," The first angel ordered. He was in an angelic SWAT uniform and looked like he just came out of the Matrix, with an angel blade 2.0 on his hip. Moxxie started to raise his hand up in a surrendering motion.

He wasn't going to surrender...we all know that.

"Plan B?" Moxxie whispered.

"Do we even have a plan B?"

"Do we?"

"No...but we can make one! Switch!"

Moxxie could feel the tug of the angel wanting out, and he sighed. He knew this was a bad idea for Maxiel and himself. And the angel was being completely hypocritical. But before Moxxie could even protest, the switch already happened.

"You are being irrational!" Moxxie protested, being shoved to the back of his own mindscape.

Maxiel chuckled through Moxxies mouth and smirked, using his powers to change the music playing over the intercoms from Halleluyah to something more his speed.

"Oho...I know."

Moxxie could hear the first few riffs and knew it was game over not for the lobby, but for the whole building.

"Oh god."

"Oh yes."