Chapter Nine

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Raphael

The war with the leviathans raged on. Gabriel and I got used to it. We loved it. The fighting the blood the anger. It was addicting. It was how we got high. Michael and Lucifer were worried about us. They thought we where being a bit cocky. I guess we where but at the time we didn't mind. With our weapons and our father and our brothers by our side we thought we where invincible. And in a way we were.

Gabriel

Raphael and I are training at the moment. Michael sitting on a pile of logs coached us as he sharpened a knife sending sparks to the ground. "Gabriel stop raising your blade. Someone could easily grab your hand and slam it into your stomach." Michael yelled. "okay" I yelled back. And rose my blade above my head again. He shook his head and I laughed.

Lucifer

I watched my younger brothers train and my older brother yell orders at them. I was washing the dishes. Even though we could do it at the snap of the fingers father said he preferred us to wash them. He says it gives it a certain glow that can only be achieved by doing this. Gabriel always being the funny one cracked jokes and talked trash ro Raphael. And Raphael laughed and responded with more jokes. Michael just chuckled and shook his head. Even though we where in the middle of a war we where as happy as can be.

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