Trickle

Michael was God's right-hand warrior and trusted angel. Whatever He commanded, Michael will do with no hesitation or questions. When his father told him to stand alongside his brothers: Raphael, Gabriel, and Lucifer, Michael did as he was told. When he was told to stand down, to not get involved between his father and brother, he obliged. When commanded to search out Morningstar, he agreed.

Even when his father told him to hurt them, he didn't hesitate.

Cold and heartless was what they called him, what Morningstar had spit at him.

Lucifer Morningstar, God's brightest treasure that blinded many who casted a glance at him. Michael had always envied how easy going the angel was, how much sway he had on others. Then the raven-haired angel confronted Father, and he could not envy him any longer. Wrath, strong and eminent, wrapped itself around not only his brother, but his father as well.

Neither one happy with the other. A battle of wits and pride occurred, until his father said enough.

He watched one brother fall and another cry in pain.

Now… now the fallen angel had completed a child; built within her the hatred and strength of his power and will.

'Lucifer,' he looked out to the field of demons and angels fighting, 'Are you happy now to see this…,' he found his lips curling at the ends, 'Even when it is your kin who will complete what you've always wanted.'

A slash of his sword cut through the bones of the demons who battled him. A sword, wide and long, glowed with his power as he cut through the air. A gust of wind blew the demons back, as a flash of electric currents followed. The smell of carcasses filled his noise and he scrunched his face in disgust.

Soon, Samael would reach the cathedral where the battle will truly begin.

"Captain," a smaller angel, one who was a messenger flew to him, "The… the…" the young angel panted out as he tried to catch his breath.

"What is it?" Michael, emotionless, growled as he reached his hand out to grab the head of a small demon.

"Our brothers and sisters in the South have died," the angel replied and flinched when the elder angel squeezed the head of the demon, shattering it in his hand.

"I see," the warrior angel nodded, "Have they all returned."

"Many have not."

The elder narrowed his eyes and thinned his lips.

'So, you are there,' Michael thought and dismissed the messenger.

The soul eating devil was in the South, Azrael was in the East, and a holy seraph occupied the West, he and was coming from the North. He would have just waited at the cathedral for the monster, but there was something preventing them and demons. From what he gathered, a force of some kind prevented easy access to it, and he wondered what Morningstar's kin was planning. What kind of power does she have to keep hold of this forcefield?

Looking at the scatters of demons, bloodied angels, Michael tightened his hold on his blade. Eyes blazing gold, he let out a warrior's cry and rushed forward.

'I shall meet you soon demon,' he gritted his teeth cutting bones and muscles of his enemy.

==

Adam woke up feeling sore, like someone had punched him all over his body. Groaning out, he sat up blinking to see what was before him. Looking around, he noticed Eve was not in the cavern with him. He was about to stand up to search for her, but the smell caught his nose. The scent of sweet yam over the fire made his stomach rumble. Walking over to it, he made sure to check the softness, before removing it off the fire.

Food, he hadn't had food in a long time, and he wondered if- because he was an angel- he did not need to eat like a human. He thought about his lover and found himself nodding in agreement with his statement. However, that didn't mean food wasn't good or smelled delicious.

He looked over at the small splashing in the water and found the salvation from the food, dry up in his throat. Water slid down her body as the black satin dress clung to her body like a second skin. Dark raven locks laid wet and flat against her shoulders, chest and back. Yet, all he could see was the bright golden irises looking straight at him.

Swallowing hard as he felt his erection forming and sent a smile her way.

'Why is she so perfect?' He said helplessly, like an unbelievable dream that he never wished to wake.

Eve smiled back as she walked out of the water, holding a gallon of water jug in her hand. His smile, still the brightest star she had ever seen. His shirt removed with his relaxed posture, the fire's glow illuminated his chiseled jawline, the contour of his nose, cheeks, and his defined chest and muscles. A beauty she would keep forever. A star she wished to hold in her hands; the everlasting glow of love warming her entire body and snugged tightly in the crevice of her heart.