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The large windows welcomed the bright light of the sun to filter through the largely decorated room. Oiled paintings of angels hung on the walls with golden frames. Flower vines stretched from the ground  to the walls, as if it were etched for texture. Drapes of saturated fabrics in glittered gold hung from the ceilings, like the waves of an ocean. A lone throne sat in the middle of the room. Inconspicuous and not grand or fit for a king, but that throne in white held the Ruler of Heaven.

Currently, He sat watching his sons kneeling before Him: the warrior, the loyal, and the operative.

"My sons," His benevolent voice spoke up, "There is much to discuss. Rise."

All three stood in unison and aimed their beautiful eyes at Him. God watched for a moment before he leaned back on his chair.

"Many of your brothers and sisters have perished. Those who have survived are in the healing chamber. The chapel disappeared and the demons had escaped," he paused, "There still is no sign of Gabriel."

  His eyes landed on the redheaded angel.

"Raphael, my son," He leaned forward, "I know you do not wish to discuss the torture she had done to you, but we should know."

The one spoken too trembled with anger as his fists shook. His eyes held despair, anger, and guilt.

"As you wish, father," Raphael nodded and walked to the Pool of Enlightenment where Metatron stood patiently to the side.

The liquid came from the pool out in the garden and only Metatron was able to command it. The angel could reveal the past, the present, and the future. A seer of the waters. When God created him, he had only wanted a scribe- someone who would tell him what mankind was doing. Later, as he created more children, He had the angel scribe for them as well. As years past, the Pool of Enlightenment was created by Metatron's own gifted powers.

It took him a decade to create the pool, pushing his divine essence into it. When it was finished and done, His Holiness was proud of his angel for taking the initiative. Since then, Metatron was the most useful of all his angels. However, with the creation of the pool, many angels were sour because they did not like their brother spying on them. Although their father may also be watching, He was their father.

With the news, Metatron had lost friends and was alone by the pool. The only one who stood beside him was a seraphim to be his bodyguard. Though he was thankful for his father for the protection, he could not help but feel the bitter taste in his mouth. Once an angel who frequent the human world, joined in the festivals of both angels in Heaven and the humans below, he no longer could access these enjoyments.

He imprisoned himself to the pool he created.

Raphael placed his hand in the Enlightenment liquid, and it brightened into a blue glow. A swirl of the liquid occurred and the swoosh of the water jumped up into the air. Spreading in the air like a screen in front of all, an image appeared along with a voice. Looking through the angel's eyes, they could see darkness on the screen. A sultry voice spoke, sounding as if it was right next to his ears.

"Hello angel. Are you looking for someone?"

"Ugh!" The voice of the redheaded angel sounded as the darkness slowly faded.

"Your handsome brother, perhaps?" 

"What did you do to him!" He shouted as the view blurred to clear to blurred again.

Someone had moved before his eyes; an hourglass figure in red moved closer. 

"Shadow Angel," the voice laughed gently as the figure moved closer until it was all he could see, "Are you not tired? I can help you Raphael."

"Shut up!" The angel shouted again trying to move, but could not move, "Let me go! Tell me where my brother is you fu-"

A slap sounded in the area as the audience saw the view quickly moved away from the light. Then the image swiftly moved back to the person before him. A face stared at him and he blinked to get rid of the blur. The shape of bright honey eyes focused into view. His eyes traveled down to the petite nose and plump red lips. His eyes moved lower to the exposed cleavage and he blinked a few times before moving back to the eyes.

"Be a good boy and I will tell you where he is."

The view blurred again for a moment before it cleared again. When it did, all he saw was hands and faces that he doesn't recognize clinging to him. Pulling and grabbing of his limbs as if to rip him apart, he quickly tried to avoid them, but he was tied up. He tried to use his power, but nothing was working.

"What did you do! Why can't I use my power?!" He shouted out and no one replied, "You Bitch! Tell me!!"

The audience watched as he fell and was facing the ceiling, but it was slowly covered by naked bodies. Eyes closed, they only heard the grunts, moans, and screams. 

"Get the hell off me! AHHHH!"

Then it was darkness. When Raphael came too, he was free from the binds and looked around him. It was as if he had a terrible nightmare. He saw his clothing, and nothing seemed out of place, so he got up and rushed to find his father.

  The angel lifted his hand out of the telling water with his head down. The room was quiet as they all digest what they just saw. That demon was clearly Eve, but what did she want with Raphael? Why did she kidnap Gabriel? What was her plan?

"Father," Azrael spoke up, "We should have watch on Brother Adam. The demon may come for him."

God took a moment to think about it before nodding his head.

"I agree," he looked at Michael, "Assign one to guard his door and to follow him."

"Yes Father," the loyal angel gave a bow.

"Raphael, my son," He let out a sigh as he looked at the redhead, "Go to the healing pool. Whatever it is that you received from her, will be cleansed."

The angel did not reply but gave a short bow.

"Michael," He spoke and looked at the hazel eyes of his loyal angel, "Do you still have the potent holy water I gave you?"

The angel with the color of orange upon his hair, reached into his pouch to find nothing. The color on his face drained and his lips pursed. Glancing at his father, he saw exactly how he felt on His face.

'Eve, what are you planning?' God questioned to himself with narrowed eyes.

For the first time in millennia, He- the all-knowing- did not know.