This is a direct continuation of my first book.
(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer
So if you haven't read that book yet, go read it because you will be VERY confused if you don't!
I know year 2020 has already come and gone for us...
Micah closed his eyes and spoke softly when he opened them.
"My creation...was a pivotal one. To say it wasn't will get you the full unrestrained fury of Uriel and Raguel raining down on you without mercy."
Micah smiled softly as he chuckled over the unnerved faces of his hell bound family + Azrael, over his big brother's overprotectiveness regarding him and the sanctity of his memories.
"I was younger than the both of them, but mentally I was viewed as being the eldest of them all. Whenever our Father was to incapacitated by exhaustion or unable to get away from his wartime preparations, the role of parent and teacher fell onto my shoulders and mine alone. I refused to let my other siblings take up the mantle that I willingly upheld even at a young age."
The light orb showed the image of a younger twelve year old looking Micah likely training his abilities over lightning with his other newly created siblings...
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And wiping the floor with them while calling out corrections and even giving out a few pointers.
"In the span of a few hours total I grew faster in my agethan the rest of my other Warrior-born siblings. I grew up for the sole purpose of leading them. For that was my purpose. I was to be their general. They all looked up to me for guidance. The war would take many months of preparation on both sides before it would officially occur, but don't think that those months were solely spent in preparation."
He smiled softly as he showed them the adorable images of little Uriel and Raguel gleefully running around the bathhouse in their robes with a large gathering of their Warrior siblings already lounging in the communal bath. ————————————————
"Noooooo Baths!"
"Yes Bath!" One of their warrior brother's lunges for Uriel as he passes by from his spot at the edge of the bath. "Get in this bath! You boys stink!"
Uriel dodged him and playfully sticks his tongue out. "To slow!"
Raguel was also running around in the opposite direction of Uriel, with his arms flapping around like a baby bird as he's covered head to toe in what looks like sword oil. The same goes for Uriel who's also drenched in oil.
"Hahaha! You can never catch us! We're To Slipperyyyyyyyyy!"
*SPLASH* They got splashed at by one of their sisters who times it just right for them to cross pathes while running.
"Heyyyy!"
"It's only because you're covered in sword oil you little scamps! Now get in this bath before we get Father."
