When The Devil Adores The Angel: The Fallen

Chapter 6.1: Companion and Investigation

With Azazel's orders in hand, the fallen angel returned to the guard station, where a sense of tension hung in the air. He announced the decision, though met with anxiety, was swiftly obeyed. The leader of the guard group approached Archangel Michael, and Michael, ever humble, turned to face him.

"Lord Azazel grants you permission to enter our territory," the leader conveyed, a signal of reluctant acquiescence to the archangel's presence.

Michael, his demeanor radiating humility and gratitude, performed a gracious shoulder bow in response to the leader's words. "You have my kindest gratitude," he expressed sincerely, appreciating the escort and the opportunity to step onto the island.

The leader, ever humble in the presence of such a distinguished guest, attempted to downplay the formality. "You don't have to be so polite, Archangel," he replied modestly, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and respect.

With a group of fallen angels accompanying him, Michael embarked on a journey through the captivating landscape of the island. His discerning eyes absorbed the natural beauty surrounding him, from picturesque spots to imposing mountains and rocky terrain. In the distance, a volcano loomed, its presence marked by billowing plumes of smoke and a sense of untamed power.

As they ventured further into the rocky area, many fallen angels observed Michael's arrival, their gazes ranging from curious to cold. Among them were humans, predominantly women, who watched the unfolding encounter with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

Finally, the group arrived at the imposing throne of Azazel, where the two great celestial beings faced each other. In the midst of this pivotal meeting, Azazel, the Former Principal, initiated the exchange with a gesture of respect.

"Greetings, like of God," Azazel began, his voice a blend of acknowledgment and intrigue.

Michael, equally respectful in his demeanor, responded with equal formality. "Greetings, Former Principal Azazel," he replied, acknowledging the fallen angel's esteemed status.

Azazel's initial scoff hinted at his surprise and intrigue, standing up from his throne as he spoke. "I never thought you'd come here alone and unarmed," he admitted, his tone laced with a hint of curiosity.

But it was Azazel's subsequent question that hung in the air, a puzzle that demanded an answer. "What genuinely wonders me is... how you found out about this place?" he inquired, the mystery of Michael's arrival deepening with each passing moment.

Michael's response carried a calm and measured tone as he provided an explanation for his presence on the island. "After the war in Bethlehem," he began, recounting the recent events, "one of the heavenly hosts observed some of your companions on a small island with a house, located in close proximity to Bethlehem. It was the same island where Jophiel had been taken for her safety. When your companions departed, the heavenly hosts, initially suspecting them to be devils, pursued them. Their pursuit led them to discover this island, where you and your followers have established your sanctuary. It was then that they relayed this information to me."

Azazel, the Former Principal, appeared to mull over this revelation, his expression betraying a hint of skepticism. "I see," he acknowledged, though not without a note of suspicion. "It is indeed a coincidence that the heavenly hosts happened upon this place while investigating the explosions."

As the conversation continued, Azazel brought up a crucial point, alluding to Lucifer's ascendance to dominion over the mortal world. "If I recall correctly," he ventured, "Lucifer's rise to power in this realm led to clashes and shockwaves on Earth. Please, enlighten me if my understanding is mistaken."

In response, Michael offered a straightforward confirmation. "You are absolutely correct," he affirmed, acknowledging the tumultuous events that had unfolded as a result of Lucifer's ambitions.