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Hael the Kind

"Such beauty Eden holds,it is a true work of art."

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a character in “A City of Fallen Angels”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

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Forsaken | Within Temptation





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{ Misnomer }
Hael
Angel of Kindess


{ Gender }
Female.

{ Beliefs }
"Humans know not with which they have been blessed, Father has given them imagination, yet they use it for dastardly things..."
She believes they are capable of greatness but watching them, and the evil they can do, it makes her wonder if they will even amount to their full potential
"The Fallen, they shun Father's love, like a stubborn child not getting what he wants..."
She understands to a certain degree, why they choose the route they did but she knows she would never disrespect Father the way they have, she is disappointed in her siblings for that.





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{ Personality }

Hael is a curious angel, she likes to watch mortals as they go about their daily lives but she is also greatly disappointed in their inability to see the beauty in the world around them and the cruelty they are capable of. She is kind, as her namesake and She finds herself often around the artistic ones, being an artist herself, she likes to try to inspire them to create more, being it music, or a visual art and she has a particular love of cartoons and animation. She tends to whisper in the ears of the artistic mortals, giving them, sometimes posing as a live painting model, an art teacher or a gallery owner.
It pains her greatly to see the violence mortals are capable of, she hates to see their creativity go to waste, and when she sees this, it sends her into a rage, that usually ends with her destroying the art around her, ranting about what a waste mortals are and that they do not deserve the beauty they've been given. When she calms, she goes to work quickly on fixing whatever she just broke, which subsequently makes her happy to repair a sculpture, repaint a painting or something to that effect, but it is very rare that she is even angry at all.





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{ Face Claim }
Zoe Saldana

So begins...

Hael the Kind's Story

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The angels had fallen for days.
An entire population plummeting to the dirt as a silent rain of light.
They descended: a thousand rending voices howling in terror.
They bore the agony of every single angelic atom tearing itself apart,
changing it's fundamental properties,
and then swallowing itself whole; making darkness out of light.
The destruction of heaven did not end in a roarous battle,
but rather a muted cry as angel wings were torn and cast aside,
pouring out of the sky like shooting stars.

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Earth was cold.

Michael had always imagined that the world would be unbearably warm. To be on such a rock, constantly beset by the light of stars and the wild heat of the sun, to be filled with roiling molecules and energy and heat all your own? Surely it was stifling, surely it was fire like that of Hell. He had since discovered, among other follies of his own, how skewed his conceptions of earth were. For it was winter; constant and interminable, winter seeping through the flesh of his newfound body, winter in his lungs and his nose; always winter. This was worse, so much worse than Hell. The stars, from a view at level with the crust and the dirt, were much farther away than they appeared from Heaven. And the inner heat, the boiling internal burn of his breathing flesh, only made the cold all that much colder. It was, Michael learned, through dissonance that human bodies measured temperature. And the void between blood and ice was wide.

Earth was cold.

The Archangel was older than mortal minds could comprehend; ageless - his existence was not bound to a linear timeline, like the earth and the trees and the sky. His infinity compared to that of an individual mortal life, was immense. It was unbelievably disparate. β€˜Everything’ was an abstract for mankind. Forever was impossible. A grand notion that could not possibly leave impressions behind because its feet were imaginary. But Michael had known every single footprint. The rise of Rome. The occupation of Jerusalem. The floods of the Nile. Venice carved of marble. Constantinople built. The dynasties of China. He saw the plagues. The Crusades. Stalingrad. He had stood at the brink of creation when the angels were once legion and were alone save for the deafening noise of the birth of the universe and the destruction of the void that crashed around them. He was a seraph, a leader for the entire duration of his imeasurably long existance. He was a burning, massive star, and still was to an extent, but now that grace was shoved into a nearly mortal body that barely contained the enormous power he had, he was. He could still feel the crackle of that electricity humming in his veins, beneath alien skin.

He may have looked human, but Michael did not have humanity. He was inertia. Ions in the atmosphere. Crackling white light in the sky and fires on the ground. Would God ask for him to be naught but a man? This was a test, a test of his loyalty, he was sure of it. Surely God would not cast out his faithful son without divine plan? They were told they had failed, not recognized man's worth. They had forgotten the greatness of Adam over an eternity. They needed to be reminded, He said. So they fell. Michael felt he had no lesson to garner from this, he always did as his father told. He was infallible. He must have been cast out to protect his siblings from going astray. That must have been it. He would suffer until they learned the errors of their ways, bare the unbareable and in the mean time, Michael would protect them from the temptaion of sin. He would establish the Silver City on another plane of existance and guard them from the very train of thought that lead to the end of the morning star. He would be a triumphant hero yet again for returning his family home safely, and he would bask in the Lord's pride...or so he believed.

The thing about angels was that God had built them with the design to live forever, and minds to conceive of the passing of time. And to keep them alive, He had to balance the disjunction. Nothing could exist in a single state very long without self-destructing. So God had to make the angels variable, He had to put everything into them so that they could be everything, and persist. He put in the light of Eden, the dark of creation, and the ruthless heart of all the empty spaces in between in this universe. They weren't heartless. They were simply filled to the brim with motion and collision and impunity. And none were so hardened as Michael, he was one of the oldest and unknowingly and unintentionally one of the greatest offenders. Even now, as he sat at the center of this angelic city hidden in the depths of Los Angeles, commanding the fallen, he could not see the error of his own ways. He was no closer to returning to Heaven than his bretheren.

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"So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute?" Noah asked on the other end of the phone line as Emma wove her way through the sidewalk traffic. She very nearly choked on the exasperation directed at her twin whom she would have throttled had he been currently in her presence and not back at home. "NOAH. No. Stop." She heard his full bellied, throaty laugh resound in reply. "So you're saying I should go for it?" Her eyes nervously combed the street clotted by a swarm of cranky Angelites, searching for a familiar mischevious face that she hoped was just around the corner cruely teasing her instead of committing accidental arson. "How about 4,000,000 degrees for one second?!" he pushed, the sound of the oven groaning open followed by the dull thud of the cookie tray. "Noah, you are going to burn the house down!" She derided as he repeated his increasingly annoying laugh. "Brick doesn't burn, I'm going to harness the fucking sun to make these cookies."

"Noah, P L E A S E." She whined, stomping her foot on the ground though she knew he couldn't see the gesture. "Oh, fine Captain kill joy. Calm yourself. I'm just messing around. The cookies will be unburnt and ready for the creepy stepford book club, I solemly swear." Emma rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you insist on joining this nerdy crap when you could be out having a social life like normal people." he finished lamely.

"Ugh, just because it isn't your idea of a good time, doesn't mean it's not one. It is social and I didn't just join a club, I'm it's founder. You might try expanding your knowledge through literature instead of rotting your brain with booze and video games. We aren't meant to be mindless sheep, following the herd. We're individuals, capable of independent thought. We wouldn't be born with the ability to absorb information and learn and grow, if we weren't meant to utilize our brains and think for ourselves. Why don't you try stepping out of the conformist box, and not worry what your friends think. Come to the meeting. You might surprize yourself and have a good time." Emma ignored the dejected sigh on the other end. "Em, please. I'm doing you a favor. Spare me the life lesson. I'll stick to being cool, you can be the smart, well adjusted one."

It was Emma's turn to sigh, she could never change her brother just as he could never change her. They were twins, and thick as thieves, but as different as night and day. In truth, she hadn't invited him because she thought he might have a good time-she knew he wouldn't have. She did because she was worried if he didn't show, she'd be the only one there, left sitting by herself clutching a book and a tin charred of cookies looking to the world like a fool. "Anyways, I'm there now, I'll see you when I get home. Love you. "

She hung up after he drug out his faux, soppy goodbye and entered the Los Angeles Central Library, after all, where better to post flyers for the book club than the library? She was approaching this first meeting with same intensity as an Apocalyptic event…The thing about Em was that she didn’t really have a barometer…To her, everything was important. So she had done the works; supplied books, had her brother making snacks, continuously passed out flyers on that side of town all week, and was continuing to do so now.

ImageIt was pleasantly warm inside, a reprieve from the bitter bite of autum's chill, the wind having nipped at her nose until it was tinged pink. She stood quietly among shelves of decrepit magazines and microfilm, willing herself to drop off the flyers for her meeting tonight at the help desk instead of grabbing the nearest tome and taking a seat. There was a shaft of dirty sunlight, beamed down from a small window above her head, that broke through the dry air. One elongated corner of it, bronze and gold, fell on the toe of one of her brown leather boots. The floor tiles were the color of teeth and the walls smelled like newspaper. These things were all familiar to her senses. This place was comfortable, this place was home, it was her idea of Heaven. It brought a small satisfied smile to her face.

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Eden is such a beautiful place, filled with wonder and majesty. She could only dream of place such as this, being created just for her.
But it wasn't.
It was meant for the mortals, as Father wanted it.
Hael couldn't help feel a little jilted by that, she knew better then her siblings to do anything about it. She knew Father loved her, and that was enough, but still, as she gazed out at the city, the city of so called Angels, as the mortals built monuments to their own self perceived greatness, whilst destroying the natural wonders that grew around them without needing their help. She could not help but wish she could have been a part of that, that it, even in a small piece of it, could have been created for her. Father knew how much she loved beautiful things; how she found beauty in the bleak. How she looked at a battlefield, dark and dreary, and could still find a lone flower.
Hael sighed, she didn’t know what she was going to do on this plane, she didn’t want to join in the fight with her brothers, they always fought, but this time it was much bigger, Father gave them human bodies because of it. She knew she was beginning not to care for His creations, as she did for the plane with which they dwell, but taking her wings so that she could live beside them. Was it a gift or a punishment? She wanted to live in Eden, but she did not want to be mortal, they were so flawed.
Did Father believe her like the rest?

Hael made her way toward the Silver City but stopped when she realized she didn’t want to be there. Not yet, it was so bright there, not enough color, not nearly enough color for her taste. Los Angles, which had everything, It was probably why Father gave her the color he gave her. He knew how much she loved it. Most of her siblings took on colors of a paler shade, but not her, she liked it. She knew it could be a dangerous thing; it was probably safer to go with the pale one but Hael didn’t mind. She knew regardless of anything, at least one of her brothers or sisters would protect her, especially against the mortals.

Slipping on her sunglasses, Hael decided that she would pick up some paint, she’d been painting a lot more lately, taking in the sights of Eden, and recreating them on the canvas, so that maybe the mortals could see the true beauty of the world that they held dominion. Some of them did, the truly enlightened ones, Most of them thought that it was something to say about the urban decay that Los Angles was becoming.
To that Hael scoffed. Most of them completely misunderstood the point of the paintings. She denied selling those paintings for that reasons though most humans thought her to be insane for that. Many wanted her paintings, but if they couldn't see what she was trying to convey, then they would not appreciate it and therefore did not deserve it. She wasn’t mortal, so no matter how much they offered. They would get nothing.
She thought they would be angered about that but not, it just somehow up the price of her artwork.
Mortals were strange beings some times, really they were.
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She just reached her favorite art store when she felt something.
She turned and grinned.
β€œMichael?” She said softly, her heavenly accent still gracing her words, as she noticed her brother from across the way. She crossed the street, wary of traffic and called his attention.
β€œMichael!” She shouted as she approached him. β€œHello, Brother.” She said with a touch to his hand.

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β€œYou cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.” -Clive Barker






Michael walked the streets, mindful, never was anything he did without purpose. After all, he was bold in his existence. Charged from the gate of Heaven; written in lean prayers and solid ideas. He constantly worried his family would not be able to complete this task God had given them but instead would be dragged down along with humanity. Humans notoriously pushed faith further than it had to go. They'd invent loopholes and argue semantics until they found more than mercy in angels, until they found the cracks. He had to keep a watch over his brethren least they slip, least they fail him.

ImageMichael looked to his left and observed a chain link fence. It was rusty and old, crowded with naked vines that the sun and the drought had dried into brown husks. On the other side of the fence was a mother, sitting on her apartment stoop with a cigarette in hand. A small, rat-like dog was preoccupied with a sock, pilfered from the one dirty foot of the two year old on the bottom step, looking to the mother with wide, curious eyes. She would kill them all, the dog too, with her carcinogenic if she kept pace. He flinched away from them and moved to watch instead the shadows of the towering buildings and stacked structures shuddered beneath the cover of the clouds. Michael tried to think of Heaven, but all he saw was Hell. It's there on Earth, in their eyes, behind their eyes; the children of Adam were just imperfect bundles of sin. He could smell the tang and the rot of them, it permeated everything. Michael shook off the thought, it sounded precariously close to Lucifer's ideals. Thankfully, a Holy presence was there to extricate him from his own doubts.

Her presence felt like the beautiful stain of oil in water, all muted colors in a swirling, chaotic pattern. Hael was one of the gentlest, one of the most understanding, the one with the capacity for commiseration. She was less a warrior and more the angels children liked to fantasize about from their bedtime stories of guardians that would keep them through the night.

"Sister." He said by way of greeting, the rough sandpaper of his mortal voice still very alien to him. He took in her very human-like guise, noting her sunglasses, as if an angels eyes needed sheltering from the light. He disapproved. "Exploring this mortal side of the city, I see?"

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"Sister" Michael responded "Exploring this mortal side of the city, I see?" He said and Hael removed her glasses, and she smiled. "Of course, What's the point of being in Eden is not to enjoy it's spoils." She said with a shrug as she slung her art bag over her shoulder. She could tell something was the matter with her brother. " You seemed troubled, Michael?" She said looked at him. Michael held the weight of the world on his shoulders, being the archangel it is to be expected.

"Come, Walk with me, Brother, Tell me what is on your mind?" She said as she hooked her arm around his and lead him toward the art store with which she was headed, she really didn't give him much choice but if he really didn't want to all he had to do was stop walking. " You know you can always talk to me, I am neutral, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that we are Family, Brother." She said with a smile as they reached the door of the art store, A few of her paintings were on display today and to that she smiled. before turning her attention back to her brother.

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"Of course, What's the point of being in Eden is not to enjoy it's spoils." Hael replied as if she hadn't a care in the world. He knew her grace, knew she meant well by that, but he was snappish with her at any rate. "The point would be to achieve our mission, not for personal pleasure Hael."

Image"You seemed troubled, Michael? Come, walk with me, Brother, Tell me what is on your mind? You know you can always talk to me, I am neutral, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that we are Family." He moved along with her, not paying any head to where she lead him, if only so that he could enlighten her. "Our troubles are plentiful, Sister. You along with the rest of our kin facetiously go along as if this were some respite from Elysium." He shook his head with austerity. "You seem complacent to watch your fellow angel enervate under the influence of humanity and dare to claim neutrality. To be neutral is to be against the cause. You can not keep from taking a stance here, Hael. Either you are for the return to Heaven or against it and you know where the fallen belong."

His didactic speech tapered off as they entered what looked to be a supply store for the arts. Around him portraits and landscapes hung, from the abstract to realism. All sorts of tools of the trade were sold, the tools to construct surrounded by their inspiration. Michael knew she was simply soft and meant no harm in her ways. Still he had to harden her, this was a war of the spirit-a battle as dangerous as any. His tone softened when he picked his voice back up, hopeful that her venality was not to great. "I know you mean well, but please stand with me. I mean to lead you all home where your wings can unfurl and you can chase the colors of the sunset to your hearts desire. You must miss Heaven...long for the sky." Michael's expression was not an unkind one, but hungry for her agreement all the same.

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"Our troubles are plentiful, Sister. You along with the rest of our kin facetiously go along as if this were some respite from Elysium." Michael said and Hael sucked in a breath, holding it in her chest some. "You seem complacent to watch your fellow angel enervate under the influence of humanity and dare to claim neutrality. To be neutral is to be against the cause. You can not keep from taking a stance here, Hael. Either you are for the return to Heaven or against it and you know where the fallen belong."
Hael's eyes grew glossy as she looked away from her brother, trying to find something else to focus on besides her brother's annoyance.
"I know you mean well, but please stand with me. I mean to lead you all home where your wings can unfurl and you can chase the colors of the sunset to your hearts desire. You must miss Heaven...long for the sky."
Hael wrapped her arms around herself, touching the place where her wings used to be.

Oh how she missed it, her wings, floating above the world, looking down at Eden but now that she was grounded, she could feel Eden, feel it in her hands, taste it on her tongue, breath it in and yet....

"Of course I miss it, and one day, if He allows, I wish to return home, but I am not one to disagree with Father's judgement, He sent us here for our own good. He wants us to see them the way he does. I wish to take His lesson as it comes, fighting it will just keep us all here longer." She said with a sigh. " I am not against the cause, Brother, but nor am I for it. THAT is what it means to be neutral. " She said confidently. She didn't want to be cross with her brother, but he was making it difficult not to be. She thought she understood why she was sent here. She thought she was learning Father's lesson but Michael. He was making her question everything and she didn't like it. Gabriel wasn't helping either.
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" I fought with you before, when Lucifer fell, flew at your side, I agreed with you then but now...this isn't the same thing..." She said sadly. She looked at him, her eyes glossed with tears she was new too. "Forgive me, but this is about choice. I chose no side. Not this time." She said as her tears trickled down her face.

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Image"Of course I miss it, and one day, if He allows, I wish to return home, but I am not one to disagree with Father's judgment, He sent us here for our own good. He wants us to see them the way he does. I wish to take His lesson as it comes, fighting it will just keep us all here longer." Michael smiled at this, taking it as agreeance. It wasn't until she spoke again that the contentment slipped from his face, like rain water tricking down a glass pane. "I am not against the cause, Brother, but nor am I for it. THAT is what it means to be neutral." This was nonsensical and contradictory to everything she had just stated which only sought to further inflame his anger. All that was previously said indicated that she meant to learn her lesson as God intended so that she could return home, but with the final edition of her explanation he was lost once more. He could be no more sure of her than he was when they had started. Did she just want to drift aimlessly like a leaf on the wind with no intent? Careless as to what should become of her or her kin?

"I fought with you before, when Lucifer fell, flew at your side, I agreed with you then but now...this isn't the same thing...Forgive me, but this is about choice. I chose no side. Not this time." His hands furled into clenched fists at his side. She had adopted free will and abandoned her family to the underbelly of sin and degradation. She acted as if there was a choice, angels were not agents of autonomy or independence, the were simply tools and soldiers of the light. There was no choice. She was against him.

"Hael, I swear by the old stars and the new, if you are not with us in our efforts to return to Heaven, I'll see to it the gates remain closed to you when God accepts us into the fold once more." There was a basso profundo to his voice that heralded nothing but a cold iron fury to be released. The archangel made no idle threats, in his eyes, she was lucky that he made no promise to see her cast aside with Lucifer for her insolence.

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"Hael, I swear by the old stars and the new, if you are not with us in our efforts to return to Heaven, I'll see to it the gates remain closed to you when God accepts us into the fold once more."

Hael gasped. "You are no better then Lucifer, Micheal!" She spat at him furiously. "It is your complaining and whining like a child that keeps us here. Father wants us to learn but you all are so busy wanting to get home that you are missing the lesson entirely!" She spat, her rage springing her hand outward, knocking over a postcard cart. Her breath came angrily from her nose, her chest rose and fell hard as she glared dagger are her brother.

" Father wants us to learn to love them, but how can we? When you are so busy avoiding them, and asking us to choose sides, as if we were back in the War, separating us even further! You are a fool, Michael, and it will be you who keeps us from returning home." She said pointing at his chest.

" It seems I am the only one trying to learn to love them just as Father does. I've watched them, I speak with them, I even help them on occasion and while I can not say that I love them as much as he does, I'm sure as sin trying! I wish I could give you my eyes, so that you can see the beauty in the lesson, but instead you see only punishment." She said and throwing up her hands in frustration.

" Father will never allow us home with the way you behave, He wants us all to learn to love them, so that we may all return." She said. " Together, as a family." She said and with a final huff.

"You can not deny my entry into Heaven, Micheal, if you can not get there yourself." She said, her eyes boring deep into his, not afraid to face his gaze. Hael was kind, known for her sweet nature, but regardless, she was still an angel and unafraid to fight.

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He slapped her hand away with an unrestrained blow as she jabbed as his chest with an accusing finger. "HOW DARE YOU." Michael bellowed, drawing a great deal of attention from onlookers. "I am the protector and the leader of the army of God against wicked forces! The captain of the host of the Lord! You are no more than a lowly soldier and healer Hael," The room bristled with a cosmic energy, his eyes glowing as white hot as the embers of a falling star. "You'd do well to remember that because I assure you by all that is Holy, just as Lucifer, whom you so foolishly compare me to, was smited by the force of my grace, you will be too if you are challenging me now."

ImageHe took a menacing step forward, encroaching upon her personal space and towering over her with a Holy fire burning in his chest, Michael's skin seeming to golden with the light within him. Every single hair of the art store patrons stood on end with the crackle of static electricity in the air. Many of them fled the business in a panic, unsure what was going down, but no heroic spectator moved to step in and defend or protect Hael from Michael's wrath. His expression was brimming with rage, fueled by her words.

His deep bottomless voice dropped to a whisper, but the tone was just a predacious. "Tread carefully here, sister. You would not want your next move to be your last." He knew, with that inimical mien of his, that were they to go toe to toe, she would not stand a chance. He did not wish to delve into battling his wayward siblings, but to him, sometimes what was necessary was not always pleasant and his ego needed to be assuaged. A long ear piercing, high-pitched sound whined with the influx of the archangels power, causing the glass in the window panes to shake, precariously close to shattering in the displays.

An angel was an ethereal creature that was quite powerful and dreadful, endowed with wisdom, correct in their judgment, holy, but not infallible. When their duties were not punitive, angels we supposed to be beneficent to man. But in that moment, it was easy to see the Michael that was punitive--the avenging angel that was responsible for annihilating thousands of mortal men on God's command.

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Michael sneered satisfactorily as Hael finally cowed. Perhaps she didn't not agree with his totalitarian rule, but she knew when she was outmatched, and that passion dosed temper of hers was snuffed out in the shadow of the archangel's unflinching fury. He allowed his gaze to trail away from her angelic face to the now emptied store around them. He'd leave her to her little paints and playthings, to indulge in being a human. He had matters more worth his time. Michael deserted her with a foreboading, "I'll be keeping my eye on you." and left the art supply shop in relatively one piece, save a few pastel displays and rattled windows now in lose frames.

Outside, still seething from the argument last had, he marched straight back to the Silver City to call his most trusted few to his side. It was a time for action, not for this idle nonsense that softer angels preached. He mainlined to the glass tower that acted as his temporary 'home' and office, and sounded what was known as The Horn Of Gabriel--named such by it's creator, Michael's battle born second in command. It was not a literal horn, but a sigil drawn in the blood of an archangel. He sliced his palm and drew it on the board room wall, activating it's Holy call before settling in at the head of a long oaken table that bore scours of enochian runes on it, some for peace and strength, and others meant for secrecy. The sound of the horn would reach all the top tier angels such as Gabriel, Anael, and Zachariah; and they would all know what it heralded and where they were needed. This was not the first time they would have met there in Michael's home, that was the purpose of this room altogether, a place for them to assemble, however it would be the first time under circumstances such as these. The other angels could not predict just what Michael had in mind...not this time, for he was teetering on the brink of utter outrage, his implaccable nature inflamed by Hael's disobedience. He meant to strike up a war.

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