The Battle
The angels that wanted to place a new ruler at the head of heaven protested and petitioned peacefully. Buy the look and the head count they had almost enough to place me in the golden chair. Raphael and I were about to leave for the forth level, Zubul, when a messenger came and told us of the horror going on up there.
While the angels joyfully gathered to express there opinions, a sense of unease fill Zubul. They all gathered here in hopes to place Messiah at the golden chair. To finally stop all this corruption that had plagued heaven for far too long. A joyous murmur filled the air, but it was cut short by a scream of pain. Blood splatter covered many innocent bystanders, as a huge army of warrior angels appeared from the opening of Zubul.
At the head of this blood thirsty army was none other then Chaos and Michael. Dressed in heavenly armor and barring freshly stained swords, they charged and slaughtered the unarmed protesters. No mercy was shown to the young or old, just thoughtless slaughter. They cried out in joy and bliss as they quickly made their way through the crowd, killing anything that breathed or moved. This slaughter happened so quick no one had time to react or even run. They just stood and watched as their deaths drew nearer.
I screamed out in pain and sorrow as I heard the news of the massacre. I collapsed when I was informed that it was my own brother leading this horrific display. I had to go see him, I knew that I could stop him and bring peace once again. Of course Raphael opposed to this idea, but he didn’t know me or my brother. We were connected and bound to each other, I could end this, and I had to end this.
I made my way towards Zubul; my hardest challenge would be to make it past Machonon. That was Michaels domain, I fear that by trying to go up to Zubul, that I may be stopped. Yes that was going to be my hardest challenge.
I got on the lift that would take me up; thankfully I had no problems going past Machonon. When I finally reached Zubul, my heard sank. Thousands of dead angels littered the ground, what once was white and light, was now dark and bloody. This was enough to drive a normal human insane. I must be strong, for mother, and for all of those on earth.
I finally found him, Michael by his side patting him on the back. I ran towards the man that once was my brother. Calling for him as hot steaming tears streaked down my face. Could I make it to him? Warrior angels were starting to close in around me. I must make it to Chaos.
