Archangel

Ellio points his sword at the Principals, his face contorted into a furious expression, ready to fight seriously. The Principals, seeing this, are offended.

“Oi, oi. Are you serious?” one of them asks, also with anger.

“Yeah you expected I’m not serious, so I don’t kick your ass, right?” Ellio says while pulling out his sword on his side.

“Okay then.” The lightning in the Principal's wings intensifies. “You’re making us angry, kid. Prepare yourself.”

“You’re the one who should prepare.” Ellio then pulls out his sword and swings it.

The Principals brace themselves for his attack, covering themselves with their spears. Azrael and Elara watch in panic. As Ellio swings his sword, the wind spreads toward the Principals, blowing their hair.

Afterward, there is an awkward silence. The Principals look at each other in confusion. Azrael is also puzzled. “Is that an attack?” he wonders, seeing that Ellio’s attack has caused no damage.

Elara lets out a sigh and shakes her head. “Yeah. The power of Angels is essentially wind. That’s how they attack.”

Realizing that the attack has caused no damage, the Principals laugh out loud. “HAHAHA. Is that what you call an attack?”

Ellio steps back, feeling ashamed. “SHUT UP! It’s just the beginning…” Despite his shame, he doesn’t back down. He points his sword at them. “Take this!”

He then launches another attack, sending a strong gust of wind toward the Principals. Their mouths open in surprise, and their saliva is blown away. “Ooh, another good wind. It’s cleaning the food residue from my teeth,” one of the Principals laughs.

“Well, good, good. Can you dry my hair too, Angels?” another Principal mocks.

Ellio’s face turns even redder. “SHUT UP! Just shut up!”

The two angels behind him hold his shoulders. “It’s okay, Ellio. Don’t push it further. Our power is the weakest among all Angels,” the angel girl says with a sad expression.

“But you can’t let them bully us. Let’s show that we’re strong too,” Ellio screams in frustration, which somehow breaks Azrael’s heart as he hears it from nearby.

“Hey, what did she mean by the weakest among Angels?” Azrael asks Elara.

“Angels are one of the most numerous orders, but they are also considered the failures of the Sharaq. Their power is just the wind which is all angels can't fly. So it's not so special. So, it’s not very special. And…Angels are among those who die the most,” Elara says, looking down.

“Die? Because of what?” Azrael asks again, his face a mix of fear and confusion.

“The Angels have a job to guide humans away from potential demons that try to tempt them into sin. But mostly, humans are consumed by their desires, which makes the demons stronger. And those demons can kill Angels with such weak power,” Elara explains, folding her hands together to pray for the fallen Angels.

Azrael sympathizes with the Angels. “So that’s why so many humans sin all the time? Because their guardian Angels were killed?” He looks at Ellio and the other two Angels with teary eyes.

“Yes. It’s sad. Humans have to suffer in hell just because they are drawn to their desires,” Elara says softly.

On the ground, Ellio extends his hand, trying to protect the two Angels behind him. “I’m not afraid at all…” he says, his voice trembling.

“Well, well. Isn’t this our time, little Angels?” one of the Principals says, pulling out his spear.

Lightning surrounds them, creating heat that makes the Angels even more frightened. But Ellio doesn’t back down; he tries to face it even though he knows he might die.

The Principal begins to unsheathe the spear, creating an effect like a lightning strike. But before it reaches them, the lightning is reflected by nearby lightning. Ellio, who had closed his eyes, opens them slowly and sees crystal wings in front of him.

The Principals are shocked. “An Archangel?” they exclaim, stepping back.

“What do you think? Are you going to kill other Angels?” Azrael says coldly and furiously, frightening the Principals.

“Sorry. We were just kidding.” They then fly away, leaving Azrael confused and wondering why they fled.

“Why did they fly away as if they were scared of me? It was three against one; they had a high chance of winning,” Azrael wonders, his eyes still following their wings until they vanish at the junction.

“Maybe it’s because you’re an Archangel,” Elara approaches him.

“Then? What’s wrong with that?” Azrael raises both hands in confusion.

“Because an Archangel holds the highest authority and hierarchy among Angels. Even Gabriel, the leader of all Angels, is one of the Archangels. An Archangel essentially carries the fate of the universe,” Elara explains patiently.

Azrael blushes shyly. “Yeah, I didn’t know I was that significant.” He then turns back to the Angels. “Are you guys okay?”

“DON’T BE ARROGANT, ARCHANGEL!” Ellio says loudly and furiously, which confuses Azrael.

“You really think your kind is that great? Don’t be ridiculous.” Ellio stands up firmly and points his sword at Azrael.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help, man…”

“Don’t pity me!” Ellio cuts in immediately. The two Angels behind him try to stop him, but he is too stubborn. “Listen here!”

Ellio places one hand on his heart while still pointing his sword. “I’m going to be the strongest Angel here. I will be the next Commander of the Angels, replacing Gabriel. The next order to shine will be the Angels.”

Azrael steps back from Ellio's declaration. Not wanting to hear more, Ellio flies away, followed by the two other Angels, leaving Azrael and Elara behind.

“Well, he’s a determined man. I like that,” Azrael says, smiling as he watches Ellio fly away.

“Well, you always make a mess. Let’s go to your headquarters before you create more chaos,” Elara sighs and flies off. Azrael follows her.

They navigate through the castle complex until they arrive at a building. The architecture is surrounded by shells made of diamonds, and inside is another building made of gold that radiates yellow light. Azreal shine with taht glow golden light. The building inside is like gold palace with architecture like pyramith.

“This is the Archangel headquarters,” Elara says with a smile, and Azrael’s jaw drops at its beauty.

“So, this is going to be my workplace? Not bad at all,” Azrael says gratefully, looking around.

“Well, you’ll mostly be working in the human world. But I guess you have a point. I’m heading to my own headquarters now. See you again!” Elara then flies away.

“Yeah, goodbye, Elara,” Azrael says, waving his hand. He decides to enter the headquarters.

Inside, he approaches a wide table in the hall, which looks like a receptionist’s desk. He finds a female Angel with wavy pink hair sitting alone there. Azrael notices her wings are pink crystal. “Hey, we have the same kind of wings,” Azrael says with a bright smile.

The receptionist looks at him with lazy eyes. “Yeah, because we’re both Archangels. That’s why you’re here.”

“What’s your name?” Azrael asks while grabbing the edge of the table.

“Luzy. Remember that! Don’t call me Miss Receptionist like others. I could beat you because you’re my junior,” Luzy says, pointing a finger at Azrael.

Azrael gulps and takes a few steps back. “Well, okay. I’m here on duty as Azrael.”

Luzy checks her records. “Oh, the one who caused a mess at the gate this morning.”

“Well, that was obligatory,” Azrael says, scratching the back of his head and looking away.

“You should go to the Captain’s room first. It’s on the top floor,” Luzy says, pointing upward.

“Well, okay.” Azrael heads to the top floor as directed, feeling a bit anxious about being called by the Captain directly.

After a while, he finally reaches the top floor. He sees a small gold diamond star as part of the furniture at the top of the building. That star keep shine a trought all diamond diamond shell. its look liek summer vive inside the palace. He finds a room labeled “Captain,” gulps, and knocks before entering.

“Excuse me!” Azrael says while knocking.

Instead of a voice, he hears a saxophone playing two notes. Azrael is suddenly confused and knocks again, but receives the same musical reply. He keeps knocking a few more times until someone shouts from inside, “It means ‘come in’!”

Azrael steps back, still confused, before finally entering. Inside, he sees two Angels. One has long, curly blue hair, blue crystal wings, and is holding a saxophone. Azrael realizes this must be the one who responded earlier.

“How can you be so tone-deaf?” the blue Archangel says. “I played Do Mi. It means ‘come in.’”

Azrael smiles nervously. “Well, sorry, I didn’t know…”

“Raphael, don’t tease him!” says the other Angel, who has short white hair combed into a neat style. He has golden crystal wings and is dressed all in white. “Welcome to the Archangel Order. I’m the Archangel Captain, Michael.”

Azrael bows nervously. “Nice to meet you, Captain!”

“And this is Raphael, the Vice-Captain of the Archangels,” Michael says, pointing to the blue Archangel. Azrael bows to him as well.

Raphael then plays his saxophone again with two notes, leaving Azrael confused once more. Raphael rolls his eyes in exasperation. “It’s Re Fa Re. It means ‘nice to meet you.’”

“Oh, yes, Vice-Captain. Ni…nice to meet you too. I’ll start studying tones and notes as well,” Azrael says with an awkward smile, starting to sweat.

“I want to talk about the fight at the gate this morning. I heard you beat up that demon?” Michael asks, leaning on the table with his elbows and clasping his hands together.

“Well, sorry, Captain, if I messed up…”

“You’re so strong!” Michael says with a bright smile, leaving Azrael confused. “You attacked that goat with a slice of your scythe, and BOOM and WHOOSH!” Michael says, trying to visualize the scene.

Azrael is puzzled by his Captain's behavior but nods, thinking that this Order might suit him well. “Captain, don’t do that!” Raphael warns Michael.

Raphael then looks at Azrael sharply and starts to play another series of notes, once again leaving Azrael confused. “Come on, this one is Fa Mi Fa Do Re Do,” Raphael says with a frustrated tone.

“Oh, I know! It means ‘I’m so great.’ Right, Vice-Captain?” Azrael guesses.

“WHY DO YOU THINK I’M PRAISING YOU? It means ‘it’s appropriate behavior,’” Raphael replies, exasperated, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Well, you’re indeed strong, but you don’t need to act unless it’s your duty. There are many Power Angels who can be sent, you know,” Michael says, calming down. “But you can fulfill your duties with our Order.”

Azrael’s face brightens up. “So that means, Captain…”

Michael smiles at Raphael, who starts to play his saxophone again, but Michael stops him. “Speak in words, Raphael!”

“Okay, Captain,” Raphael says, looking at Azrael again. “You will assist another Archangel in his duties as your first order. consider its as your train and redeemer.”

Azrael smiles brightly. "You serious captain?"

Then Raphael play one node. Azrael smile and point out his hand. "Fa. its mean Serious." Azrael guess with confident.

Raphael just smile. "Well, you right this time."

“Thank you, Vice-Captain. Im gonna fullfil my duty seriously.” He bows. Though a little nervous, he’s excited for his first assignment. What will happen next? Only God knows.