68. Brothers Against Brothers

Mammon made the first move and lunged thrashing around his golden flail. Michael, using his long sword, hit it sending Mammon tumbling back. There was not much of a battle as it was clear from the beginning that Michael was the better of the two at fighting.

When Mammon had his chance, he proofed away. Michael stood there for a second wondering what he was going to do next. Sure, he had killed thousands of demons but there were millions out there. They were crafty. Much craftier than he anticipated.

He needed all his brothers to be fighting. And if they did not fight, they could at least spend time keeping the princes of Hell in check so that more disasters don’t occur, he thought to himself. He opened his huge white wings and headed to the realm of light.

It was time for him to return home and for him to make sure his brothers were taking things seriously. As he came in, he found some of his brothers sitting around a large table. It angered Michael that they did not even acknowledge what was going on at earth.

He pulled out his sword, stormed into the huge white room and cut into the large table. The talking ceased and his brothers looked at him with strange expressions.

“How can you sit there with what is going on?”

Jophiel answered.

“We are waiting. We can't do anything until the gate is closed. So why should we go down now.”

“You are an idiot. They are capturing angles in droves. We outnumbered by I don’t know how many and unlike us there are demons being born every day. We have a set number.”

“Don’t call him an idiot Michael.”

“I will because he is. As are all of you. You need to come down to earth and help of the rest of us clean up this mess.”

“We will when we feel like it is a good time.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“This is the decision of the council.”

“Last time I checked Myself Gabriel, Azreal, and Uriel are part of the council, and I don’t remember being here for that decision.”

“Michael it is the majority of the council that has decided this.”

“Screw you all. Get off your butts and fight.”

No one moved. In anger he swung his sword and sliced into his brother closest to him, Jophiel.

Jophiel grabbed his stomach that was now cut open. Raphel stood up and drew his mace and swung it at Michael. He was enraged that his brother could have lost his temper. Michael hit his mace with his long sword.

On seeing this Haniel then pulled out his war hammer and swung it at Michael who was now fighting with Raphel. Then Chamel walked almost completely out of the room till he had a clear shot and shot his long bow into the shoulder of Michael.

Jophiel was still bleeding but the wound was closing. Michael continued to fight his brothers. He was better than his brothers at fighting. Azrael and Elise were the only Angels that could keep up with fighting Michael.

The brothers raged at each other. Michael soon found his way out of the fight and out of the realm of light. He made his way back down to earth. He knew what he had done. If it was not enough, he had started a fight with his brothers.

He began to think ‘What has happened. I had to lose my temper. I just had to cut into Jophiel. Now not only are we fighting against demons and princes of hell with no end in sight. I just started bickering amongst my brothers. Last time we had a fight like this it took centuries for them to cool down. I need to get Uriel, Gabriel, and Azreal together. ‘

Then Michael got down on his knees. He began to pray to his brothers. Calling out for each of them. He felt Uriel and Gabriel but when he called out to Azreal, he felt nothing. He felt a knot forming in his stomach and he tried again.

But nothing he felt no tether to his brother as he normally did when he prayed to them to connect with them. Then it occurred to him what had happened. He was gone. At first, he could not believe it. He tried again to connect with him.

With no response he began to weep for his brother. Azreal had been the closest to Michael. He was his favorite of his brothers. After minutes of weeping, he began to feel anger. To him he knew what must have killed him. It was Elise.

With this new revelation it occurred to him. He had no way to seek revenge. Elise was now the angel of death. That pit in his stomach dropped. He was beside himself with worry. He had sent her to be tortured enslaved for three hundred years.

There was no way he thought she had not gone insane. I mean he knew after all she had opened the gates of hell. His mind reeled at the fact that the angel of death was a mad monster seeking revenge. He would need to capture her.

That to him was the only solution. He knew there was no way to kill her, so the only solution was to hold her. Now she could not be held in the realm of light nor heaven. It would be hard to hold her on Earth as well because she would be at full strength.

He would have to trap her in hell. It was the only way to keep her weak enough. But he didn’t know how to do that. No angel would willing hold her in hell. Nor would any demon stay in hell now that they had the opportunity to go to earth.

Soon his brothers arrived.

“What is it, Michael?”

“We have big problems.”

“More than the world being scourged by demons the princes of hell descending on Earth. “

“Yes. There is no easy way to say this, but our brothers are now actively seeking us out to fight. And the worst of it is Azreal is dead killed by Elise. She is now the angel of death.”