1/I. Broken And Spilled Out (Remastered)
“A MONSTER!” Samael plucked one of his feathers and transformed it into a red flying dragon, a beast that was never created by the Almighty, but by the rebel.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Amidst the battle cry that echoed around the skies of Heaven, unmoving, their Commander-At-Arms, Michael, the Power of God.
A blonde-haired young man, with icy-blue eyes and fair complexion, usually, you would see his face, brimming with happiness, kindness, and hope, but as the host of Heaven cruelly crashed against each other from within, what reflects on Michael’s face is disdain, hopelessness, and wrath.
Covered in his golden battle armour, his breastplate of justice, and his helmet of salvation, with four bird-like white wings suspended in animation, he reluctantly raised his silver shield signifying the ‘Defence’ position for all of the Heaven’s militia.
Why… Samael? He crossed his brows as he glanced at the chaos around.
Overwhelmed in a whirlwind of emotions and the realization of betrayal, Michael wept and cried out loud, his voice of despair filled the Heavens a longing for peace.
The continued deadly collision between the faction of the rebels lead by Samael and the army of God lead by Michael dissipated everything in the way.
As the battle quickly escalated to butchery, the throne of God in the midst of Heaven suddenly turned silent.
Engulfed in the seemingly listless attitude of the Chief of Heaven, the Captain of the Host of Heaven decisively ordered to raise arms against the radicals taking the ‘Offensive’ position.
Michael elegantly unsheathed the other half of the Flaming Sword and raised the fiery-red flames for all to see. He soared to the highest heights as his four white wings fluttered in the midst of the bloody debris to swiftly assess the battlefield.
Father, please tell me what to do. He thought to himself, trying to pray to the Creator.
And in that instant, his helplessness turned into hope for God delivered an oracle in times of despair. This oracle gave birth to Eon, the new Will of God.
Angels are usually created in the throne room, with the Light of God that emanates in between the audiences of angels, a new light will be born, however, Eon was created through a different process.
The bloody chaos ensuing outside the throne room is something that God has considered as He created Eon.
With no spiritual form, nor a physical form, Eon was formed inside Michael as another spirit. With this, two spirits within one spiritual/physical body was fashioned.
Eon awakened inside Michael and he instinctively raged against the enemy, heavily striking the insurgents one by one, and rebellious to Michael’s merciful trait, his monstrous power and energy poured out all over the place and heaven quickly bathed in blood and carnage at the wake of the unsettling beast.
SFX: Whushk *Sword slicing*
Father finally turned you into something you never wanted, Michael, how pathetic. Samael noticed Michael going berserk on the other side of the battlefield nearing and closing in on him.
Samael desperately defended against each fatal blow, meticulously swinging the half of his Flaming Sword to protect his heart and his head as Michael clashed against him.
He dreadfully tried to reason with the untamed power of God, unsuccessfully, each time he sensed a chance to do so.
“Michael! Wake up! Wake up, brother!”
The others seemed to be unaware of what’s happening. Samael darted his eyes to the others.
As he continually decreased in his strength, Michael persistently increased in his.
The thousand years of indignation and manipulation, exploded in one hell-of-a-frenzy in the Great Rebellion.
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Samael never expected these developments. Caught up in his own selfishness and pride, he only thought of himself as he secretly swayed the Host of Heaven to campaign against their Almighty Creator.
Almost a third of the host of heaven were quick to be persuaded, their hearts, cold as ice, wanted the same “freedom” and “liberty” that Samael spoke of.
Patiently waiting for the right moment, Samael took his sweet time to further strengthen the core of the insurgence by recruiting his twin brother, Michael.
The big brother that Michael was, he never budged to Samael’s intrepid suggestions about “freedom” and “free will”.
“We are only soldiers doing Father’s will and command.” Michael reasoned to his twin.
“WE WERE MADE THAT WAY = made to fulfill any order He desires fulfilling.” He put stress and emphasis on that last statement.
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Soldiers, huh. Samael quietly scoffed as he see Michael turned into a will-less zombie, who was out for destruction and bloodbath.
As the war progressed into a massacre of the rebels, Heaven’s skies dimmed for the very first time, and the throne room’s windows gently closed as the rebels ceased to exist, one by one, mercy and repentance was not an option for the insurgents.
Samael never imagined the capability of his twin brother before this very day. He never dreamed of how Michael lives up to the meaning of his title, the Power of God, and his name which means, “He who is like God.”
The God who created them, the God who split the Heavens, the God who created the Earth, the God who fashioned the skies, the lands, the animals, and the humans. Who is like Him?
God declared Michael as the ‘Power Of God’, Samael, inversely, was acknowledged as the ‘Will Of God’, being one of the most powerful Archangels and the most beautiful one in Heaven.
He became Heaven’s Choir Director, having many voices made for praises to the Almighty, whilst God anointed Michael as the Captain of the Heaven’s Host.
Samael’s voice, made to bring worship, now cries for dishonour. His beauty, made for glory and adoration, now exhibits shame and disdain. His power, revelled for magnificence and grandeur, now wallowed by inelegance.
My comrades falling, one by one, by the monster that Father had concocted against me. Eon has been controlling Michael’s movement since he has received that oracle from God.
Perhaps like conjoined twins, the two, Michael and Samael, had more than just same pretty face - they are connected by their hearts and will.
Angels have free will as well as freedom to think for themselves, though they have the ability to obey or disobey an order, disobedience is wickedness and evil and it does not come without a price.
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Consequences and punishment always awaits upon the wicked. “…Vengeance is mine; I will repay. saith the Lord. – Romans 12:19 KJV1611”
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Perhaps, Michael also realized what I am talking about, about freedom and liberty from this service, creating a family of my own.
As Samael had this realization, he quickly sought to negotiate.
“Father! The Almighty Creator, we- we surrender, we have made a mistake.”
I have made a decision by myself again, perhaps I can convince Michael this time, this time that Eon has appeared.
Many of Samael’s cohorts suddenly turned against him as he attempted to bargain their freedom.
Why haven’t we talked and bargain in the first place, Samael?
Raziel, the Angel of Dimensions, who was only caught up in the moment, had gone against Michael and joined Samael in the war, not knowing what was happening around him was a Rebellion against the Creator.
In thousands of years that God had formed the Heavens and the Earth, created everything from nothing, he never directly declared his commands to the angels.
Gabriel, a Throne, became the messenger of God’s will to Heaven and Earth, forerunner of all Thrones in Heaven.
He was the one always delivering God’s message to the Archangels which are the heads of each choir in their abode, but now, the dimmed skies, the closed windows, opened and lightened once more.
The throne of God shone brightly amidst the battle and war, and each angel stopped, stooped down and bowed to the Almighty, even the renegades who chose themselves rather than serving their Creator.
Eon, who was just created moments ago, kneeled, using Michael’s body, covered with blood, sweat, and tears and with his face barely recognizable from the debris of the battle.
“SAMAEL, YOUR SELFISH DESIRE AND PRIDE HAVE CAUSED THE HEAVENS, BLOOD.” Heaven’s thunders roared at the first words of God after the Creation.
Samael has not yet realized this but the blood of his brethren will be required of him on the judgment day.
“FOR THIS, YOU AND THE REBELS WILL BE THROWN OUT OF HEAVEN AND YOU WILL BE THE FIRST PRISONERS OF HELL. YOUR TITLE WILL BE STRIPPED FROM YOU, YOUR BEAUTY, AND YOUR ARMOUR. ONLY YOUR CUNNING WISDOM AND POWER WILL YOU MAINTAIN FOR THE NEXT SEVEN THOUSAND YEARS TO COME. AFTER THOSE YEARS, I WILL FINALLY GIVE YOU YOUR PUNISHMENT AND SENTENCE.”
Father… Father has spoken… For the first time, and this- this is what you will say all those years you were silent?!
“The Heavens declare God’s glory for ever and ever.” Gabriel arose and stood and praised God’s name, the Host of Heaven followed suit.
“Michael, drive them out. God has spoken.” The messenger’s stern voice and God’s will stopped Eon from further killing but He quickly drove them out, throwing down the mutineers out of God’s abode.
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As Samael fell from the Heavens down to Earth and to Hell, his lingering hand reaching out with his wings burning from entry to the atmosphere is the last thing that Michael wanted to see that day.
Yes, Eon came back in, and Michael awoke his senses and control as the insurgents were falling from the skies.
SFX: Thud
Michael quickly fell down on his knees shaking as he spotted his hands enveloped in dried blood, blackened thoroughly, perceiving that he had killed many of his brothers and sisters, and to that, lost in sanity, he cried and bellowed in agony.
His army, behind him, thinking that it was a cry for victory, were overcomed with joy and roared God’s praises in the skies.
Michael wanted to be lost in sanity, in despair, but turning back to his other brothers and sisters, God caressed his broken heart with their smiles and tears of happiness.
Raguel, Michael’s right-hand man, the Angel of Justice, raised his scarlet sword, and shouted for victory.
The Heaven’s proclaimed the glory and power of God.
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The Heavens continuously celebrated, for the next few days, their victory, against the rebels, against the Great Accuser.
Although his brothers and sisters repeatedly thanked him for the triumph against Samael, Michael was still lost in his thoughts.
Hadn’t I ignored Samael’s ridiculousness that time, the battle would have never even began. Why did I…? What should have I done differently? Is there any way to go back…
The youngest fledglings before the Rebellion has now higher respect to their Captain, but the older ones, feared him to their core, thinking will they be destroyed and killed as well if they disobey the Chief of Heaven, by the hands of their oldest brother, Michael?
[Fledglings: Newly created angels]
After the praises and worship, the angels called for a meeting, without the Archangels, they freely voiced their thoughts and fears.
Ariel, a beautiful effeminate angel, the one who controls the waters, one of the youngest fledglings raised her hands in excitement. “I am happy for everyone and that no one was killed and hurt badly in the army, I am glad that we are still here to declare God’s glory.”
Joel, a strong-headed warrior, the angel of Aesthetics, one of the older angels, glared right back at Ariel, causing the young angel to bow down and her smile to fade from her cute face. “Shouldn’t we check on Samael down there and the others? They’re prisoners of Hell, but given Samael’s cunning antics and power, he could still free himself and roam around those gates.”
Racquel, worried about Michael, their Captain, the angel of Fellowship, expressed softly, “Shouldn’t we check on Michael instead? I heard he is still cooped up in his room every day before and after praises and worship. I think we need to visit him to check.”
Janriel, one of the older angels, the angel of Leadership, enunciated with his threatened voice, “What, no, he’s the Captain of the Host, there’s no need to check up on him.”
The young fledglings clearly felt the atmosphere of fear and trembling as they look upon each other.
The Oracles/Principalities have a telepathic connection with each other, and while Ariel was listening, she conveyed what her ears can hear to the Archangel of the Principality, their leader, the Angel of Death, Azrael.
[Archangel: Leader of the Choirs of Angels]
“Another secret meeting?” Azrael continued to be worried with the growing tense ambiance after the praise and worship.
“Yes, my lord, the older ones are simply afraid and treat Michael, the Captain, as a monster.” Ariel reported as the meeting continued with the blabbering of the older angels.
The Principalities are the youngest generation of the angels, as they were only assigned to their post in the wake of the death of the some of the rebels. Hence, there are no older angels in the choir of Principalities.
Azrael continually reported these secret meetings to Jophiel, the Archangel of the Powers, the Angel of War.
The Powers are the internal police or checks of Heaven’s militia. Unlike before the Rebellion, Jophiel, now diligently plans ahead if there will be another insurrection in the Heaven, while he hopes there will not be a second, he wanted to be prepared fully for the worst.
No one ever realized what happened to Michael that day, except for Samael and Raguel. Whilst Samael has a spiritual connection to Michael being his twin, Raguel’s story is different.
“How’s he?” Raguel curiously inquired to Raphael, the Archangel of the Virtues, the Angel of Healing, about Michael’s state-of-being.
Raphael sighed and hesitated talking to Raguel, but regardless, answered his query.
“I already checked on him few times, still the same, he’d be happy temporarily at the worship temple, yet, when we’re all left to our own devices, he… he just stays inside his room, laying on the bed and thinking.”
“I already asked him several questions about what he is thinking, but he is staying quiet, he has never been like this before.” Raphael continued.
The Archangels worried endlessly for Michael as he never went back to his former self before the Rebellion.
SFX: Tok, Tok, Tok
Raguel readied himself, and knocked on Michael’s room, wooden-door, with glimmering oak-finish, he turned on the knob and swung open the door.
“Mike? Buddy?” He slowly peeked from inside the room, though, Heaven’s floor glimmered and reflected the light from the throne at the centre of Heaven, Michael’s room appear to be shrouded in darkness.
Windows were closed and the only time the glory of God shone brightly upon the room is when the door is opened.
Raguel’s eyes adjusted in the darkness and spotted Michael spread out in his bed, looking so exhausted with his blood-shot eyes and his icy-blue eyes felt even colder as he looked back at Raguel.
“What are you- Why are you here?” Michael lazily rose up and sat on the bed.
Raguel shook his head in disbelief. He marched inside the room towards Michael’s bed and swiftly opened the windows and tied the curtains.
The blinding light outside hit both of their eyes, and the sudden illumination strained both of their corneas.
“Damn! That hurts!” While Raguel’s eyes hurts, he simply opened them, tearing up while crossing his arms.
Michael seemed to be listless and just closed his eyes in the sudden lustre.
“What do you want? Just be here? Gloomy, and sad about what happened? Regretting everything?” Raguel threw his arms and suddenly picked up Michael’s bed sheets and lifted it up.
“Rag…” Michael’s body twisted as Raguel pulled the bedsheet off.
“Come on. Let’s visit Earth.” Raguel forcefully tugged Michael’s arms and dragged him out of the room down to the gates of The Silver City.
“I can’t… I…” Michael walked behind Raguel begrudgingly as he was dragging his weight off of the ground.
“Please, okay, I can’t possibly carry you down. You have to fly with me.” Raguel let go of Michael’s arms at the gates of Heaven, and motioned pointing down on Earth.
Raguel and the others are always cheering me up…
“Fine. For you.” Michael raised his eyebrows in contempt, he still doesn’t want to go, but since they’re already at the gates, he might as well.
He brought out his two whitest-snow-like fluffy wings on his back and glided down with Raguel to the atmosphere down to Earth.
“Come on, see, flying down to Earth will elevate your emotions, feeling happy yet?” Raguel smiled happily flying down to Earth.
This is the first time that I have seen Michael get out of that room.
Michael grinned back in satisfaction.
The winds that hit my face felt like a cold breeze that refreshes my soul.
“Where are we going?”
“At the Garden.”
SFX: Wap, wap, wap *Wings flapping
The two softly landed on the beautiful white-sand shore of the river of Euphrates.
Extending from the north-western region to the south-eastern region of the Garden, its beauty is the waters that shine gleefully as they pass the two glimmering angels.
Michael, with the only whitest wings from the host of Heaven, and Raguel, with his scarlet wings reflected on the surface.
Michael stooped down and touched the surface of the water, his hands created a ripple opposite to the river’s flow and as his reflection started to distort, he quickly remembered his twin, Samael, down at the core of the Earth, at Hell.
He imagined his icy-blue eyes transformed into the reddish eyes that Samael has, and his white wings into a colourful one which Samael has.
Grief and Sadness manifested in Michael’s face as Raguel praised God in the beauties of the Garden and the river.
“Beautiful…”
Instead of having the glimmer in his eyes just like Raguel might have expected, his expression quickly warped with sadness, grief, and anger.
Raguel sighed in a slight disappointment.
“Come on, it’s not that bad, I mean, we’re here, I’m here for you. Everyone is here for you.” Raguel cheered him up in a wrong way – the guilt trip. He patted Michael’s shoulder and bent down to his eye level.
Idiot me, is this what I call cheering up, I’m not good at this kind of thing, I hope Jophiel would come in and rescue me, it’s getting awkward.
“Everyone saw and still sees me as a monster, and there’s no turning back.” Michael turned his head towards Raguel and forced himself to smile.
Raguel felt the dread in his eyes as Michael turned again to the river.
He swiftly sat down and dipped his feet in the water and splashed some to Michael.
“So childish.” Michael grinned as he splashed back some water to Raguel.
“Mike, I… I can’t imagine what you are going through, you are the firstborn, and Samael was the second one, we could never stand up to both of you, but you were able to save us from the wrath of Father.” Raguel reached out his hands to the air, as if, trying to reach the stars that Samael crafted.
“Rag, I only regret not being able to save all of you.” Michael slumped forward and watched his reflection again in the river’s surface.
“I… I know that. We all know that.” A gush of wind suddenly drove past the two as Raguel turns his eyes back to Michael.
“Besides that, I lost the half of me, the Will Of God.”
“Come on…” Raguel tapped his brother’s back. “It’s not that bad, besides, you already have a new one at that.”
That was something that Raguel should not have mentioned.
‘What?! What did you say?” Michael squinted his eyes in disbelief, he realized that Raguel has something to do why God gave him Eon, he quickly rose to his feet, and his gigantic figure started to show along with his awfully wrathful aura.
Raguel realized he shouldn’t have said that, something, only Michael, Samael, and Father only knew.
“I…-”
“I never mentioned Eon to anyone.” Michael inched closer to Raguel as he pulled out his feet from the river and tried to stand up.
“Father… He-“
Michael violently clutched Raguel’s robe in his fist and with his strength, pulled Raguel and his heavy armour up from sitting down to a standing position.
“Mike, wait, let me explain-”
Whilst he held Raguel up with his left hand, his right hand started to glow, the talons that ran along with his armour hisses like a burning metal and smoke emanates from his fingertips.
“I trusted you, but you will never fool me, again.”
His rage, is this the new Will?
“Mike – wait.” It’s too late, Michael carefully but swiftly laid his glowing right hand on the top of Raguel’s head to survey his memories from the past days.
He scanned through his memories, and a foam-like liquid rushed out of Raguel’s mouth, his eyes rolled backwards and started seizing and Michael’s icy-blue eyes flashed white, even his pupils and iris.
He scrutinized every memory involving Gabriel and the throne of God and alas Michael found what he searched for.
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*ORACLE ENSUED*
A few days before the Great Rebellion….
“Raguel, Jophiel, Father wanted to see you and talk to you about something.”
“Talk?” Raguel scoffed.
“Father never talks directly to an angel, aren’t you, the Thrones, the ones delivering His message?” Jophiel laughed as well.
“Yes, but this is something necessary for a discreet meeting.” Gabriel shot with his eyes point blank to both the head/leader of the Powers and the Dominion.
Raguel and Jophiel looked at each other, bewildered and perplexed, they turn again to Gabriel, “When?”
“Now! Up you go to the throne room.” Gabriel turned on their backs and pushed the two towards the throne room direction.
“Oh! Sure! Of course!” Both scurried away from the soldier’s quarters and flew up to the throne room in the centre of Heaven.
The two knelt before the throne as the Cherubs stood in guard. As the Light (God) spoke, the two kept their eyes pointed at the shining floor, as angels do not have the capacity to contain the Light on the throne with their eyes.
“JOPHIEL, REPORT TO ME WHAT HAS BEEN GOING ON WITH SAMAEL.” The grumbling deep voice rattled the Angel of War.
“Ye-Yes, Father. It seemed that Samael has been recruiting angels with the same ideology about freedom and liberty from your commands; they wanted to be free to do whatever they wish to do without your will, without your approval. Some of the young fledglings have reported to me since they do not share the same belief.” Jophiel tries to avoid rumbling.
“THE YOUNG-INS, HMMMMMM… WHAT ARE YOUR COUNTERMEASURES FOR A REBELLION IF SAMAEL WAS SUCCESSFUL IN RECRUITING MANY?”
“Father, I don’t understand, but, in case a war broke out, we would need a place to contain the rebels – a prison far from home, far from here, far from Heaven.” Jophiel added.
“RAGUEL, WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS?”
“I humbly speak only because you asked me, Father.”
“THEN, SPEAK YOUR MIND.”
“If Samael were to successfully rebel and persuade many of our brothers, Michael would not stand a chance. “
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”
“He is as merciful as you, Father, and knowing how close Samael and Michael are, I would not dare to think that Michael would be his herald in this rebellion, but there is a chance that Michael would not go against his twin.”
“I KNOW MY SON, RAGUEL, MICHAEL WOULD NOT DO SUCH A THING, HOWEVER, I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT BEING MERCIFUL.” God remembered the times that He created the Earth and one of His missions where he sent Michael and Samael were to check on the animals’ behaviours and habits.
Michael tried to end conflict on each animal kingdom as he hated violence, and intrinsically loved peace and quiet.
“THEN WHAT WOULD YOU SUGGEST, RAGUEL?”
“I… I would suggest the Creation of another angel.”
“ANOTHER?”
“Yes, another that you can call your Will, Father. Something that Michael cannot defy with his body and with his power.”
“ANOTHER WILL. A TITLE FIT FOR AN ANGEL THAT IS ME INSIDE MICHAEL. GOOD. WHAT ABOUT THE POWERS? WHAT WILL BE YOUR CONTRIBUTION FOR THE DEFENCE OF HEAVEN?”
“Father, I will organize the Powers and identify each individual who are not persuaded by Samael to get ready in case anything happens.”
“SO BE IT. DEATH IS IMMINENT, BE FULLY PREPARED, MAKE SURE THAT NO ONE DIES, ESPECIALLY, THE ONES WHO ARE FAITHFUL TO THE HOST OF HEAVEN.”
“Yes, Father. Heavens declare Your glory for ever and ever.”
The two bowed once more, and rose to their feet to descend to the gate of the throne room.
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He quickly let go of Raguel’s head and released his robe.
SFX: Thud, thud
Unconscious and like a lifeless body, Raguel seized on the ground, Michael abruptly grasped that Raguel contrived the idea of creating Eon to their Father.
Eon was created because they knew I wouldn’t be able to fight Samael , too… too merciful? Eon massacred, no, I killed with…with these hands…
Michael’s perception continued to go wild and his eyes still see the darkened dried blood of his brethren on the hands that were supposed to protect them and teach them.
“No… NO!”
He started to hallucinate that his fallen brethren is reflecting in the river, he tried to reach them out, but the hallucination just vanished as he touched the water, desperate to pull out his brothers and sisters, especially, the ones who were killed, trying to wash his blood-stained hands.
“These will be forever a-blood-stained hands.”
Michael pulled himself together, and scooched beside the shore, folded his legs and wrapped his arms around his legs and looked at Raguel repeatedly, his eyes filled with disgust and annoyance.
He stayed with the unconscious angel until dark and as the sun set on the river, the reddish glow of the skies gave Michael a more depressing mood.
As darkness enveloped the Earth on the other side, the moon shone brightly and reflected its light on the river.
He’s still out. I guess I overdid myself, served him right for what he did to me.
As he played with the cold water, he caught a reflection from behind him, a long, slithering snake, standing tall behind his back.
He turned around in awe and tried to converse with the creature.
Though the snake has no vocal chords like a human does, they do think and one of the powers of Michael is listening to the thoughts of animals, plants, and humans, or living things.
“What are you doing here, buddy?” He moved his head on the same direction as the snake’s head was going.
“Michael? Is… Is that you?”
The snake… knows me?
“Who… who are you? How do you know me?”
There are only two angels that I know that can change their appearance, Reniel, the Angel of Disguise, and Samael, the Angel of Manipulation, the Will Of God.
“It’s me… Sam- Samael.” Hearing that name caused Michael’s spirits to be lifted up, his countenance improved a little bit and you could see the glimmer in his eyes return.
He hugged the snake tightly knowing that it is Samael.
“Wait, wait, don’t kill the snake… I’m not, this is not my body.” The snake struggled between life and death as Michael hugged it tightly.
“What? But how?” Michael suddenly let go.
“I… I tried meditating and somehow my spirit ended up leaving my spiritual or physical body in hell. I tried to find a physical body here on Earth, and the animals are the only living that I can possess freely, since they have no souls.” This was the first time that Michael and Samael learned of possession.
“Spirit Projection? Then, Father would already know that you are here on Earth.” One of the reasons why the angel of Dimension was asked to create hell and paradise was because the rebels should be isolated from the operation of Earth.
“What do you mean? How?” Puzzled by his brother’s words, he inquired to Michael further.
“Living things have the spirit of God, that snake has as well.” Every living being and every creature has the spirit of God. Once the being or creature dies, the spirit of God within will return to the Chief of Heavens.
“How can you tell?”
“My eyes.” The power of Oracle – Michael’s eyes can see the spirit of God inside every living being in the space and time continuum – past, present, and future.
“Oh, I forgot, the eyes of Oracle.”
“How… how are you and the others… down there?” Michael slouched back and curiously asked about the well-being of his fallen brethren.
“I, for one, they’ve been too complainy about things. You know, if I didn’t surrender, we’d all be d-”
Before he could utter the complete word, dead, he took a glimpse at Michael’s face, against the light of the moon, his eyes sunken deep in despair and his tears sparkle in the dark of the night.
“I… I am just glad that you were still alive, you… you and the others.” Michael forced a smile as tears fell down his face.
“Michael…” Though Samael’s situation was pretty pathetic, he only felt pity for his twin in front him tearing up.
‘Sam, I… I didn’t know what happened. I was just playing swords with you, then… then.” Michael looked away in disdain.
“Michael, I felt that you were overtaken by some force, an oracle from Father, what happened?”
Michael, then proceeded to tell Samael, everything from what he uncovered with Raguel’s memories.
“Ahhhh… that’s why he’s lying unconscious gurgling next to you – serves him right.” That made Michael chuckle a little. The snake spit right at Raguel’s face.
“Actually… it was both of you.” From a little smile, Michael’s expression turned to disdain and sorrow.
The amount of sheer pressure from God and the host of Heaven to finish the war was a decisive blow to his merciful side.
“Mike?”
“Why, Sam? If YOU hadn’t started the insurrection, then… then…” The shift in Michael’s tone, blaming Samael for everything, changed the course of the conversation.
“I had to – I know you already realized what I am talking about, especially now, that that Eon is now the new Will controlling you.” Samael tried to prove his point across, but Michael cannot accept it whole-heatedly.
“Do you think that I am that oblivious?” The two continued to argue.
“Oblivious?”
“Don’t you think that I already know or feel what you were saying to me, given that I am the first born?” Michael’s eyes were full of pity and grief altogether.
That kind of irritated Samael a little bit - to see someone feel pity for him.
“Then, why? Why didn’t you raise arms with me?” His arrogance was showing even if the snake does not have noticeable features of emotion, the slithering of its body and pointing of his nose, Samael’s frustration is crystal clear on the snake’s behaviour.
“BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF I DO.” Michael banged his palms on his golden armour to get his point across Samael’s mind.
“What do you mean?” Samael was puzzled at Michael’s words. His hands shook and showed signs of fear. The captain, known as the Power of God and the most powerful angel of all, was shaking in fear.
“I was the firstborn. I saw how Father created you and the other brethren, seeing that, observing His powers of Creation, knowing the power of His words, I fathomed how He easily created us; He can easily destroy us as well.” From pity, it quickly transcended to anxiety.
“Then…” Samael discovered the answer to his question, to the puzzle and to the mystery why Michael wouldn’t join him in his cause.
“Yes, you can say that I didn’t have what it takes, or I didn’t have the guts to go against Father, but praising Him, worshipping Him, maintaining this universe, isn’t that bad for me. I get to do what I want granted that it is the will of Father, and granted that I have permission to do so.”
Michael reached out his arms to Samael.
“We already had freedom and free will.”
“Humph.” The snake looked away as to snarl at Michael.
“This isn’t freedom, this isn’t free will. But, I guess being thrown out has given me both of that.” The words that’s coming out of the snake didn’t make any sense to Michael at that time.
Is this the freedom you want? Possessing a snake’s body? He could not say it out loud.
“What do you mean?”
He wouldn’t tell me anything, he’s too arrogant to tell me his secrets, especially now that he knows what I am thinking. Michael just looked away from Samael.
“Nothing. By the way, we changed our names, I guess, being associated with someone who has thrown you out already is a big insult, from now on, I am Lucifer, the light-bringer. The others as well changed their names.” He darted his eyes back at the snake.
“Hahahhahahhahahha… light-bringer, hahhaha… I guess that’s more fitting.”
“Fitting? Of course, I-”
I liberated everyone from darkness, I brought freedom and light, and –
“Even in Hell, you still associate yourself with Father.” Michael smirked and mocked Samael for that name.
“What?”
Ridiculous.
“Father is the Light, you may have changed your name, but you will always be Sam for me.” At least that sweet smile of Michael to Samael will always stay the same.
“Fine, just for you, I will allow it.” The arrogance of Samael visually appeared with every snob of the snake at their change of words.
This brother of mine, I’m sure… I’m sure I’ll bring you to my side one day. Michael still hopes to see Sam back in his arms.
“Go back down. Father will be mad if the snake dies from your possession.” He warned his twin the repercussions of dealing directly with the Creator.
“Be at peace.” Samael saluted his brother, and a black layer of dark, thick smoke came out of the snake and into the fiery hole in the ground that formed and disappeared as soon as the Fallen angel came out of the snake.
“Be at-“