Random POVs - Fall of Athens

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Things had not been going well; for some time now, everything had started to go awry. And now, it seemed like everything was about to collapse at the pace things were going. Everyone in Heaven was stressed, especially Michael, who hadn't had a moment's rest.

The weight of responsibility crushes me as I gaze through the window of my office at the endless sky. The clouds, once a symbol of peace and serenity, now seem laden with ominous signs. I sigh, letting out a weary breath, my fingers tapping restlessly on the marble desk.

"Raphael?" Gabriel's soft voice breaks through my thoughts. TAP TAP TAP Her light footsteps approach.

I turn to face her, forcing a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. "Gabriel, what a pleasant surprise."

She frowns, her serene expression tainted by a shadow of concern. "You look exhausted, my brother. Has the burden been too heavy?"

I shake my head, trying to dispel her concern. "Nothing we can't handle. It's just... this situation with the Demonic System. It changes everything."

Gabriel nods understandingly. "The demons have always been... innovative," she muses, choosing her words carefully. "But this... this is something completely different."

WHOOSH A sudden breeze stirs the curtains, as if the very heavens were responding to our conversation. I walk over to the window, my eyes scanning the endless horizon.

"We need a response, Gabriel," I murmur, more to myself than to her. "We can't fall behind. The balance... it's already so fragile."

I feel Gabriel's presence beside me, her warmth reassuring. "What do you suggest, Raphael?"

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the possibilities dance in my mind. When I open them again, there is renewed determination in my gaze.

"We need to upgrade our Celestial System," I declare, my words carrying power and promise. "Something that can elevate our angels, strengthen our defenses. We can't let the gap between us and the demons widen any further."

Gabriel raises an eyebrow, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "And how would this... New Celestial System work?"

I turn to her, my gestures becoming more animated as ideas flow. "Imagine, Gabriel. A system that allows our angels to transcend their current limitations. That gives them access to new powers, new abilities. Something that could rival the Demonic Marks and Metal Vessels."

FWOOSH A golden aura begins to emanate from me, a reflection of my growing enthusiasm. Gabriel takes a step back, surprised by the sudden display of power.

"Raphael, this is... revolutionary," she whispers, her eyes wide. "But Michael..." (A/N: Revolutionary indeed, for something that has been stagnant for centuries.)

"Michael will understand," I interrupt, my voice firm. "He has to. We can't stand still while the world around us changes."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Knocks on the door interrupt our conversation. We exchange a quick glance before I compose myself.

"Enter," I command, my voice returning to its usual serene tone.

The door opens, revealing a young angel, his wings trembling nervously. "Lord Raphael, Lady Gabriel," he bows respectfully. "Forgive the interruption, but... there is news from the underworld. It seems the Demonic System is... evolving."

I feel my heart quicken. THUMP THUMP "Evolving? How?"

The young angel swallows nervously. "Reports speak of demons developing abilities never seen before. Some even... resisting sacred energy."

GASP Gabriel lets out a surprised gasp. I clench my fists, feeling the urgency of the situation pressing down on my shoulders.

"Thank you for the information," I say to the messenger, dismissing him with a gesture. As the door closes, I turn back to Gabriel.

"See? We have no choice," I insist, my voice a mixture of determination and plea. "We must act now, before it's too late."

Gabriel stares at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Finally, she nods slowly. "You're right, Raphael. But we must be careful. A change like this... it could shake the very foundations of Heaven."

I smile, feeling a wave of relief and gratitude. "With you by my side, I know we can do this the right way."

WHOOSH The curtains stir again, as if the very sky were giving us its blessing. As Gabriel and I begin to sketch out the first outlines of what would become the Celestial System, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The future of Heaven, and perhaps all of creation, was about to change forever. And I, Raphael, would be the architect of that change. May God help us make the right choices.

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(Pov Azazel – Leader of the Grigori)

The silence that hangs over the room is unsettling. My eyes scan the figures before me, all former allies, now contemplating a future shrouded in shadows. I let the weight of the moment fall on my shoulders as I cross my arms, feeling the tension in muscles that long ago forgot what rest felt like. A short, dry laugh escapes my lips. Pure irony.

"So... this is it?" My voice sounds harsher than usual, reflecting the wear and tear of centuries of struggle. "Heaven is moving... finally."

A murmur ripples through the room, everyone aware of what this means. The balance we've maintained for ages was about to be irreparably broken. And no, not by the demons. Not this time.

KLANG! The metallic sound of my goblet hitting the table echoes through the room as I let go of it, impatient. "They want a New Celestial System. Something that transcends their limitations. And what do we do? Watch with folded arms?"

Barakiel, always the calmest among us, raises his hand in a pacifying gesture. "Azazel... we must be careful. Any rash move, and we'll be handing the fate of the Grigori to the wrong hands."

"Careful?" I let out a bitter laugh, as harsh as gall. "You want to be careful while Heaven evolves, while the demons experiment with their new abilities, while we sit here debating the best approach?"

The atmosphere cools, and Barakiel's gaze narrows. But before he can respond, Shemhazai, who had been silent until then, leans forward. "Azazel... you know as well as we do that acting without a plan would be suicide."

I take a deep breath, trying to control the anger bubbling within me. They're right, of course. They always are. But patience has never been a virtue I've cultivated well.

"Fine. Then I'll accelerate my plan for building new Sacred Gears. I'm nearly done with mine, and I plan to make a few, at least for the high-ranking members. The idea will be simple: enhance current abilities, create a capacity to evolve and break our limits. Or exceed them, if possible. Shemhazai, Barakiel, you need to become six-winged angels. No matter what it takes. I'll grant you access to various items that could assist in this endeavor."

Barakiel seemed more irritated than before, but nodded, while Shemhazai looked stunned. After all, Azazel usually buried himself in his research and cared for little else.

"Very well, you are all dismissed," Azazel declared as he stood up and walked out with quick strides.