Our armies clash, his with skill, mine with numbers. The Dead fight with the skill of their living states, and the ferocity of the mindless. The living fight with determination and training, but the ferocity of the battle gives me an unnoticed entrance to Micheals once golden citadel.
When I was last here, the pillars were statues of great victories, praise to the Most High and his heir. Now they seem to be misshapen monstrosities of a deformed mind.
Ahead of me is a throne room that would be more suitable for some mortal B horror movie. Skeletal figures make up the pillars here, Demons, Angels and Mortals. The Dias would be seen as marble, or perhaps mother of pearl at first glance, but is heavily polished bone. Micheal sits upon a throne of skulls, a look of insanity in his eyes that I believe would be mirrored in my own if I had his ego.
Armored in Blood red metal, he is an imposing figure, built for battle. His sword is legendary, his power close, if not equal to my own. Unlike before, I do not rush ahead.
"Mooooorning Azrael." he says, insanity dripping from every syllable. "Did you like my little gift?"
I stand silent, and hopefully stoic, because for the first time since I started this campaign I feel uncertainty. My rage boils, growing ever higher at the mention of his deranged greeting.
"You sent me," I feel my anger rising with every word, my power growing more dangerous, more out of control. "Her head, her heart, and her eyes. Mutilated."
"I believe we also put in part of her ear, so she could still hear you." he said, innocently, childlike.
Mocking.
I forget myself, throw myself forward with a scream that ruptures even the stone. All my hatred, all my pain, everything of me that remains I throw at him.
He dodges the first, with a mocking tut, and slice off three demonic arms.
I dodge his thrust, and clip a wing, decaying it to nonexistance.
Around and around, powers flying, blades clashing, we fight, hour after hour, day after day without rest. He fights like a madman, erratic but skilled, at times I wonder if Lucifer had cowered when faced with the Angel of Battle, and let myself sink into the rhythm of our battle. Slice, tear, pain, joy, all these things fly through me, around me, and I realize suddenly why Micheal is so strange, so different from how I remember him.
He was scared.
I'd always been different, never challenging, never forthright. I'd been submissive and playful, compassionate and caring. He'd been top dog, irrefutable.
And he'd been fine.
But then I left, gained power, confidence. I became something he'd never had.
A threat.
My power eclipsed universes, destroyed entire realms of existence with little more than a thought. His ego was shattered and fear regined, taking his sanity hostage.
With renewed vigor I struck at him, never letting up, until I had him pinned. Armor stripped, demonic hooks in his flesh, I have won. He retains his insane smile, and giggles at me, I leave him there, his body broken yet whole, and call the other three to his throne room, teleporting their bodies with my power. Micheal's castle ripples with the power of it's new master, forming a dark citadel, pure obsidian, with a strange, white marble center. The throne is a mix, Demonic black and angelic white, lined with a silvery gold. Gabriel has been stitched together, he is probably the only one I might heal and release. Uriel will never speak again, and breathing itself is painful, but it is a punishment that fits her crime. Raphiel... Raphiel will no longer be as free as he was. I may give him his voice, but he will never again be able to hurt me. And Micheal is little more than an insane two year old. I gaze at them in turn, not speaking, nor showing emotion. The rage is gone, evaporated with Micheal's defeat, leaving me both pain filled and unsatisfied.
I sigh, and Gabriel's wound is gone, but so are his eyes. Uriel can once again breath, but will never again speak. Raphiel now has his body, though his mind and spirit are both broken to my will. And Micheal I leave alone, still hanging spread eagle near a wall.
"Everyone else is dead in this realm. You four survive only because I never wished for eternity alone." I sigh. "perhaps, in time, you may settle and return to something similar to what you were, perhaps not. Leave my presence." I say the last part as coldly as I can, and the three leave. The throne turns with a thought, and I face Micheal.
And watching his face, I remember the past.....
End Chapter one "Omega"
Chapter two, "Alpha", will begin with Genisis, and tell of Azrael's birth
 Azzy Rael · Mon Aug 31, 2009 @ 04:32am · 0 Comments |
