Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 141

Lucine's P.O.V.

My father wasn't carrying Grandfather's staff when he entered the immersion room...that's not a good thing. Dad wants to find Michael, and I'm not so sure that's a good thing either. We all file out of the room and Castiel turns to take Azriaphel off to a sub terminal cell. When he starts struggling, Gabriel helps subdue him and together they take their brother away. We turn the other direction and start walking towards the entrance of the confinement ward. "Where do you think Michael is hiding, Father?" my Dad asks.

"I'm not sure, but let's head to the dining hall first. We can all satiate our hunger and thirst, it's been a while since we've had the opportunity," my Grandfather admits. I can see my father narrow his eyes in anger, just one more thing to add to his list of grievances against Michael. We pass though silent halls usually filled with singing angels and happy souls, but now their absence is acutely defined. We walk though empty antechambers, deserted ball rooms and sunny, but lifeless, intake docks and processing warehouses.

"I received an urgent summons from the Underworld before coming here," my Dad says. "Souls are entering my realm who have no business being there, and now I see why." He shakes his head in disgust. "What the fuck does Michael think he's doing?"

"He's trying to create his own universe so he can reign as King," my Grandfather says. "Unfortunately, Michael cannot transplant his foundation on top of a universe that already exists, replete with it's own rules, structures and boundaries. Something has to give because the laws of entropy will not allow this to occur."

"Michael is what is going to give," my father snarls. "I am going to kill him for what he's done to my family, so do me a favor and don't try to stop me. I am in no mood..." he hisses, his voice getting deeper as his demon rages an internal battle within him.

"Samael, your demon cannot be in Heaven...you will pay the price if he emerges," my Grandfather warns.

I grab my fathers shoulder and turn him to look at me. "Dad, calm him down - don't let this end the wrong way. You just got Mom back, think of her if it helps," I suggest, watching as his eyes stop flickering and return to their shining brown color. He slants a crooked smile at me and nods his thanks. "I'm okay, son," he tells me as he pats my back. "I've got him under control."

When we enter the dining hall, there is no sign of Michael. There is no sign of anyone...the chefs are not working, the dishes stand, neatly stacked, unused and gleaming, are there are no delectable odors wafting from the kitchen. "Where are all the souls who reside here?" Raphael asks in bewilderment.

"Michael has been busy," my Dad states flatly. "I found your resident souls in other immersion rooms, in sub terminal cells, and locked outside the gates. I opened their confinements and asked them to be patient and stay put until all this nonsense has been cleared up. The newest members of your Heavenly brigade are in Hell where I've given explicit instructions to leave them alone until we can transfer them here." He turns to my Grandfather. "Where is Michael, Dad? You're not purposefully trying to hide him from me, are you? I have a score to settle and if you think I am going to let him get away with what he's done, then you are sorely mistaken!"

"I'm not hiding him, Samael, I don't know where he is. I still don't have my staff, remember?"

My Dad narrows his eyes at his Father and nods once. Just then, Gabriel comes racing around the corner. "Michael is in the throne room, I heard him talking," he announces.

"Stay here, I'd like to say hello to my little brother in person and alone," my Dad growls, heading quickly toward the throne room. I look nervously at my Grandfather who is watching my father as he walks away. When He turns to me, He nods, and the two of us run quickly after him.

As we near the throne room, I can hear my father speaking to Michael. "Hello you little shit, where do you get off sitting your impure and filthy ass on Father's throne, hummm?"

"Samael!" Michael says in surprise, "How...what...why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Why am I here?" My father scoffs. "For starters, would you care to explain why souls worthy of a Heavenly afterlife have found themselves stacked up against my gates?" He doesn't give Michael a chance to answer. "In that cavernous insanity you call a mind, could you explain to me why you detained my wife and prevented her from returning to my son and I?" Michael tries to say something, but my father is on a roll. "Care to explain why our Father and siblings have been held hostage in an immersion room with no food or water?" he seethes.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I gave explicit orders for food and drink to be brought to Father and our siblings," Michael whines like a small child who suddenly realizes he's lost his favorite toy.

"Is that so? Maybe you should ask them how much they've consumed since being held prisoner," my father sneers. "Ever bother to check up on them, eh? Be magnanimous and benevolent instead of a pig headed assshole?"

Michael stands up and grabs Grandfather's staff. "Oh that's rich coming from you," he yells, stomping down the risers that lead to the magnificent throne. "You're the worst kind of dictator there is!" My father doesn't rise to the bait like Michael thought he would, so he tries a different tactic. "I kept Catherine here because you don't deserve anybody to love you! You are a monster who got himself kicked out of Heaven, and what did you get for your insubordination? A kingdom to rule!" he screeches.

I cannot believe my father is standing there listening to Michael's outburst with raised eyebrows and nothing more. When he's done yelling, my father asks calmly, "Are you finished?" When Michael just stands there breathing heavily my father asks, "How do you justify what you've done and why in the name of our Heavenly Father can't you recognize it's a thousand times worse than my rebellion?"

"What do you want Samael? You shouldn't be here, you should have turned to ash the moment you set foot in this realm. Go back to the Underworld where you belong," Michael hisses at him.

"Oh, I'll return, but I'm taking you with me," my Dad says, suddenly lunging and grabbing hold of Michaels tunic. Michael tries to hit my Dad with the staff, but my father blocks the blow with his forearm, and shoves Michael away.

"Look out Dad!" I yell, "that staff is set to dose you with Xerpherol"

He glances at me and then refocuses his attention on his brother. "Lucien, go back to Bella, I have unfinished business with this coward." Michael comes at him again, swinging the staff over his head, and then suddenly, there are six Michaels swinging a staff over their heads. My father doesn't break eye contact with the first Michael, but surprisingly, one of the other apparitions makes contact with my father's back and he grunts in pain. The surface of his skin flashes and flickers red while he valiantly tries to keep his demon at bay. Michael smiles menacingly, suddenly realizing how he can kill my father, and he moves towards him, twirling the staff over his head. In a move worthy of a nascar flagman, my Grandfather motions with his arms, reaches up high, then slams his arms downward, causing Michael and my father to disappear.

I look at Him in wonder and He says sheepishly, "I sent them to Earth where Samael's demon can make as much of an appearance as he wants. We better join them before they destroy that little town you call Pigeon Forge."

Shit...Bella!