Alexo

Chapter 22: Council

Alexo slowly emerged from the river of lava.

His body was completely unscathed, actually looking cleaner and healthier than when he fell in. He groaned, spitting out lava onto the rock beneath him, reacting like it was nothing more than water. He rubbed his face, his vision completely clear and clean.

He could hear multiple loud rushes of air. Wings flapping that grew quieter and quieter. He slowly rose to his feet, hearing a loud growl.

Alexo sighed, going to crack his knuckles. Yet they wouldn't go. He tried to crack his neck, but it wasn't possible.

He sighed and turned around.

"Come on...let's do this again." Alexo said, staring at the massive hydra in front of him.

Off in a far off part of Greece, beings dressed in various types of shining golden armor stood around at the top of a mountain.

The Humans named it Mount Olympus, worshiping it as they believed it was where the Gods lived.

"Alright...who do we have here?"
Michael, at least by his birth name, was standing in the front. He had already been given many different names throughout history, multiple different religions putting him into nearly every role imaginable.

Next to him was his Sister Raguel, having the same issue with her own names.

Raguel stood next to Glaphyra, who was sitting on a stone seat incredibly confused and nervous. Being surrounded by Gods, at least what she thought were Gods, made her fearful.

Dozens of wing men and women, sitting or standing around in various poses and stances.

"You gave him the warning, correct?" Raguel asked.

The very Angel that Alexo raced across the water and killed was leaning against a rock, arms crossed and shrugging.

"I gave it to somebody else. I was sort of dealing with something." He replied.

She sighed.

"Brother Zagagel. Who did you give it to?" Raguel asked.

"I passed it along to Sister Jegudiel." Zagagel replied.

Raguel began to rub her temples and shut her eyes.

"Why...did you send...Jegudiel?" Zagagel asked.

"My wings have not fully recovered. I am weak and need to return to the Pantheon to heal, but apparently this meeting is too important to miss." Zagagel replied in a rather harsh and nasty tone.

Michael turned and stared with dagger like eyes at his Brother.

"You will speak to Sister Raguel with respect." Michael said.

Zagagel rolled his eyes and turned as they could see the silhouettes of Angels approaching.

"Great, they're finally here." Michael said.

Three Angels moved from their seats, going to stand on either side of Michael.

"It has been so long, Sister Raguel. How have you been?" One of them asked.

A beautiful looking woman with long curly hair and a painfully sweet and innocent face. Curiosity and love filling her eyes and covering her face.

"I am fine Sister Remiel. But it is now time to conduct serious business. We can discuss personal matters afterwards." Raguel said and patted her Sister on her head.

One the other side were two middle aged looking men.

Brothers Raphael and Gabriel, the Seraphs that had been on the planet as long as Michael, Raguel, and Remiel. The first Angels to come to Earth, banished with their Father. Having been stuck here for thousands of years, living various lives in different cultures.