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"Father," the angel controlling the pond spoke up, "Will you be stepping in?"

It was quiet in the private gardens of God's, as all present waited for an answer from their father.

"Where is Raphael?" He questioned not removing his eyes from the battle below.

His children, so many have died and those who have not been eaten by the demon, their souls returned to nesting. His heart hurt for them, yet he knew in advance that this was what would occur. It was inevitable. In war, there will be death.

The cycle must repeat, yet… this one… this war was unlike any other. To think Morningstar had been killed was shocking, even to the all-knowing God himself. Samael, the one chosen to be the antagonist this time, was stronger than he should be. It should not take all these death, all these struggle to stop him.

He had watched as his child, Angel of Death, fought hard against the purple demon only to fall with broken wings. He watched as the demon attacked his other child- his most trusted- with bated breath.

Michael was his best warrior. He does not fall easily nor would he hesitate to finish his opponent. God still remembered the very first time he created him. Eyes sharp, wide shoulders, and strong body made for war. 

To watch and see the blood dripping from his loyal angel's face, God felt his lips frown. It should have been easy to defeat that demon. Had he mistaken his trust in Raphael? Had his child given more souls to feed Samael? If so, how did He not know?! This was not right! This was not the way it was planned.

"I cannot find him," Metatron had stated as he rippled the water to find his redheaded brother, but nothing was seen.

"And Gabriel, where is he?" His father questioned with a tone closer to anger than calm.

He touched the ripple of water only to receive no image. Blinking on his blank face, he lifted it to look at his father.

"I cannot find him either."

"I see. Same with Eve?"

Another ripple, another dead end.

"Yes."

There was something wrong, Metatron knew this. Not many are able to hide from his view, and if they had, it wouldn't be long until he found them. Yet… he could not find his brothers nor that demon for quite some time. Something was brewing underneath the surface.

"What will you do father?" He questioned bringing back the fight happening below.

His father did not reply, but he knew that this was not as planned. His father would fix it. He always had.

==

Adam watched the battle before him, wincing as he slowly healed himself. He didn't focus on healing as much as he did on fighting, at the time. Now he regretted it as he watched Michael get slammed on the ground, while the large demon tried for a grab. His little demons were joining in the fight and a few strayed to the injured angels: Azrael and himself. Gritting his teeth, he had no weapon on him so he would need to use his power, but he was so low. He wouldn't have enough to fend for them and heal himself.

Glancing at the other angel, Adam could see the clenching of fists and the wince when the warrior angel tried to sit more properly. The sound of those demons neared and the wingless angel prepared himself to fight. Pressing his hand behind him, against the tree, to push himself up. He struggled with his legs shaking, as blood slip from his lips. The one closest to him tried to pounce on him, but he shot a beam of energy at it. The demon's stomach had a hole through it, as his body fell flat against Adam, who quickly tossed it off him. 

The other demon, larger in weight than the other, screamed and rushed in with an ax. Swinging his weapon, Adam avoided it by side stepping-only to fall to the ground with a thud.

'Shit!' He though as he rolled away from the axe smashed beside his head.

Blood rushed to the opening of his wounds, trickling through it like a leaking faucet.

"Hahaha weak!" the fat demon laughed, "Weak, dying!"

Adam was struggling to stand when the demon rushed forward. Gritting his teeth, he figured if he were hit, as long as it wasn't an important organ, he could still kill it. Watching the flabs jumped up and down with it's movement, he readied himself by fisting his hands. Eyes widening slightly when the demon's happy grin turned into a surprised O. Adam watched as it faceplanted onto the ground and the axe it held, slipped away.

Glancing at Azrael who grunted, trying to release his leg from under that demon, the flightless angel quickly grabbed the axe and swung it down three times. The head chopped off as blood squirted against his face. He could hear more coming his way, but that was not what made his spine chilled and shivered.

The laugher of Samael rang through the air as he held Michael's head, like an adult hold a puppy's head.

His brother failed.

==

Dark and cold.

Those were the first thought that flashed through his mind as his eyes slowly blinked in the dark. He turned to his side, only to groan out in pain.

'Fuck,' he gritted his teeth and pushed himself off the ground to sit.

His stomach was hurting, and his muscles felt as if it went through a series of electrocution. He rubbed his face, only to smear dirt on his skin. Scowling, he wiped it with sleeves of his arms. Where was he? What the hell was he doing here?

Thinking from what he remembered last, he had gone to visit Gabriel only to find him missing. He remembered heading to speak with his father, but he ended up leaving Heaven. Furrowing his brows, he wasn't sure why he didn't report it, but he had left to the surface world hoping to find his brother.

Did he run away somehow, or did someone help in his escape? Where would he be hiding?

Then he landed in an area with patches of greens and blues. He had never seen this place before when he had been hiding in the shadows. What was this place? Before he could explore the area, he saw nothing but blackness.

'So that's it,' he quickly looked around his surroundings before a light lit up.