Chapter 17: The Battle of the Archangels

Samael and Michael clashed. Michael tried to stab his golden spear into the adversary, but Samael swiftly avoided his attacks and swung his scythe to hit him. The proud grin hadn’t left his face since the start of the battle. This mocking smile irritated Michael even more, and he made many mistakes. The people watched the show with excitement and a little fear, too – what would happen if the demon prevailed? However, Linda was more confident – she held her hands together and generated her light energy, giving Michael more strength. Lily had no such stamina to help Samael, so she grew more and more worried. But Samael didn’t surrender – he swung his scythe around, trying to hit the enemy. Michael would regain his lost strength with Linda’s help, so he didn’t seem to tire out either.

Samael unfolded his torn black wings, rushed up to the ceiling, swung his scythe, and sent powerful black current at Michael. Michael raised his spear and created a golden shield. The people gasped – Michael had barely made it in time! If he had reacted a little slower, he would get hit! Samael grinned and accelerated his speed, appearing in multiple places all at once, and shot Michael with black energy rays. Michael hit his spear to the ground and raised some current of light rays which collided with the dark rays and caused explosions. However, no one got hurt.

The battle of the archangels was really fierce. No one could predict the outcome. Lily contemplated Samael’s movements with worry, but was astonished at the same time – Samael flew and swirled around, swinging his black scythe, as if he were not in a battle but in a dance hall. He seemed to be enjoying this battle. He was not worried, neither scared, nor bored. Actually, Lily rarely saw him having fun, and right now, he seemed very amused.

So, he gets amused when he’s in battles and wars…

She couldn’t understand why Samael wasn’t afraid to get hurt… Didn’t he fear he might die?

She widened eyes – die?! But wasn’t Samael actually the angel of death?

So, he knows no fear because he can’t die!

Only now she realised she was protected by the death itself! Michael, on the other hand, seemed pretty nervous.

As the angel of life, it is natural for him to be nervous. He can actually die – dissipate in his light… But he can also regenerate and revive himself. Both are so powerful…

Samael swirled around and caused the black rays to hit from all sides. Michael couldn’t spot the rays coming at him from the behind and got blasted. He fell, greatly weakened. He coughed and looked up at Samael, who smirked with pride:

“You admit defeat?”

“Not… yet…” Michael leaned onto his spear and stood up.

“Michael!” Linda’s cry sounded from the behind.

“Linda…”

“Michael, I will give you my remaining strength. Let’s do the ultimate transformation. We can still pulverize him!”

Michael nodded. Linda smiled and began accumulating light energy.

“What do they intend to do?” Lily asked with concern.

“I wonder… They can’t scare me, though,” Samael clutched his black scythe.

The people eagerly watched the show.

“What’s the ultimate transformation?” Mrs. Black asked her husband.

Robert Black wanted to give her a reply when light energy emerged from Linda and surrounded Michael. It made him shine brightly. When the brilliance subsided, Michael’s transformed appearance was revealed – he was covered in solid golden armour and wore a golden helmet. His hair had turned all white, while his eyes glowed in divine blue. However, the most frightening for Lily was that this new form of Michael had not just two but six giant white wings! His spear too had turned deadly. Once they saw such a transformation, all the people gasped in shock. Even Samael grew distressed – so Michael had gone that far…

“Ah!” Lily cried out, “He’s taken his supreme form, Samael!”

Samael squinted and clutched his black scythe:

“I’ll still make it!”

He dashed at Michael again, but the celestial angel, who had completely regained his force and even gotten more of it, didn’t budge. He only swung his spear once. Huge light current emerged, hit Samael, and blew him off.

“Samael!” Lily grew worried.

“Archangel Michael is truly divine…” the people began to whisper amongst themselves.

“Ah, Linda’s so powerful! She has made Michael achieve his supreme form!” Mrs. Black was proud of her daughter.

“Yes! That’s my girl!” Robert Black was no less happy.

Samael fell to the floor. However, he didn’t surrender – he sprung up and dashed at his adversary again. This time, he accelerated his speed and reached Michael before he would make his shot. He swung his scythe and hit it right onto Michael’s chest, but oh, my, it didn’t even cut through the armour! Samael gasped in shock. While he was thus confused, Michael stabbed his spear right into his chest. Samael shrieked in his infernal voice and fell. Black blood poured off him.

“Samael!” Lily yelled in agony – he was hurt!

Michael glared down at Samael:

“Do you forfeit, snake?”

Samael gnashed his teeth. He tried to stand but collapsed to the ground.

“Samael!” Lily grew distressed – he was in no shape to battle anymore! He had lost…

“You’ve lost,” Michael declared in a strict tone.

Samael snarled. He glanced at Lily. His eyes grew sorrowful when he spotted shimmering tears on her cheeks. He puckered and turned back to Michael to give a reply when he noticed a very interesting detail – on Michael’s armour where he had earlier landed a hit there was now a little scratch. He widened eyes – so that was the case! He sprang up with all the power he had left, and swung his scythe. The people gasped – he still had the strength to fight?

“Ah!”

Michael cried in pain – Samael had scratched him on a cheek.

“You will pay, demon!”

He swung his spear and blew Samael off. This latter got hit to the floor and coughed.

“Samael, please, forfeit the match! Don’t injure yourself so much! I… I can live with it! Please, just stop getting hurt!” Tears poured down Lily’s cheeks.

Hearing her gracious words, Samael heaved a sorrowful sigh and struggled to stand. He managed.

“He can still stand?!” Linda was astonished.

“Still not giving up, eh? What do you hope for? You cannot pierce through my armour, you know it,” Michael raised an eyebrow.

Samael coughed black blood. A devilish grin covered his face:

“I know I can’t pierce through it, so I’ll use a trick my fellow demons have taught me in hell… Archangel Michael, I place my judgment upon you – infernal torture!”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Infernal flames can’t hurt me”.

“I’ll use no flames. All I need to make you suffer is your own blood which my scythe has already touched…” Samael showed the tip of his scythe which had been soaked into Michael’s blood due to marking a cut on his cheek earlier.

“Wh… What do you intend to do?” Michael asked with quite some distress.

“Wait and see, my dear brother!”

Samael’s eyes flashed demonically. He was about to begin executing his vicious plan.