Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XXII

"Oh, now you're back!" Danny said frowning at Gadreel. "Strangely, right after the fight's over. Some ally you are."

"Chill out, Khan. You all made it."

"Barely," Dustyn said stepping up to the Watcher disguised as a metal musician. "Look at Michael over there," he said pointing at the Fallen Archangel lying prone on the dirty mattress. "He's in deep shit and if you were there he might not be messed up like this. We really could have used your help!"

"I all ready told you jokers, I am not getting myself in the middle of this stuff. The days of war and battle ended for me a long time ago. If you all want to get your fight on, do it without me and my band," the Watcher said flatly. "I'll show you what I know, but that's it."

Azazel stood from Michael's side and stormed across the warehouse. "Then leave, we do not require any further training from you, coward!"

"Man, just look at you go, tinman!" Gadreel said, taken aback by the other Watcher's reaction. "I'd say you're growing a heart."

"No, I have just aquired a clearer understanding of who my friends and my enemies are!"

"You've always had enemies, brother. Since when have you started keeping friends?" Gadreel asked coolly and crossed his arms waiting for a reply.

Carter stepped in between the two large beings. "Hey, hey, fellas...no time to start all of this finger pointing and swapping insults business. Nobody in this building is anyone else's enemy. Our fight is with Holok and his damn Grigori, that's it! Gadreel, you want to do your own thing? Then rock on, dude! But sooner or later, you are gonna have to pick a side..."

"We'll see, sharpshooter," Gadreel said, turning to walk away.

"Run, Watcher! Go on!" Angel shouted, tears in her eyes. She held Michael's large hand between her two. "Michael believed in you! We believed in you, but you don't believe in anything!"

"Look, I don't have to bathe in all these negative vibes you guys are throwin' off, so, I'm out! Peace!" he said and lifted his right hand, two fingers in the air in the shape of a V. Then, with a snap of those fingers, Gadreel was gone.

"Good riddance," Angel said, looking down at the Fallen Archangel then up at the Watcher approaching her. "What else can we do, Azazel?"

"Nothing we can do now but wait, Maid of Orleans," the tall gray being said.

"Dude, I really want to tear up some Grigori right about, now. I am freaking raging!" Danny exclaimed. "I just can't seem to come down!"

"That is the demonic rage inside of you," Azazel said. "You need to calm yourself before you do anything rash."

"Like what?"

"Some foolish thing like hunting for Grigori when there is currently no need. We have made our point, Holok knows he has a fight on his hands. If you go out there in this state, you will wind up dead...permanently."

Dustyn walked up and put a hand on Danny's shoulder. He felt the trucker flinch. "Hey, it's just me! Look Danny, I feel it, too, but I think Az is right. We need to cool our heels..." Dustyn's voice drifted off. "Wait, I got an idea."

"Whut?" Danny asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Let's try Yoga. Just like Gadreel said."

Carter grimaced. "The hell you say, Dustyn. Not doing that stuff."

"Why not? It's what keeps Gadreel's band members on the straight and narrow," Dustyn shot back.

"Yeah, and tons of weed!" Danny said producing a large grin.

Carter shook his head, laughing. "You got that right!"

"I know some Yoga moves!" Angel said with a sniff, wiping a tear from her eyes. "I am on a damn emotional roller coaster and I need to get the hell off! I am willing to try anything at this point."

"Well, I know a little bit, too," Dustyn said.

Danny laughed. "Shoulda known."

"What's that supposed to mean?" the young man asked, his brows furrowing.

"Next we'll be jazzercising," the truck driver responded with a smirk.

Carter coughed in an attempt to stifle a laugh created by another of Danny's ridiculous insults aimed at Dustyn. He could tell the young man was getting pissed.

"No, I did that P90 stuff for a few weeks. It had Yoga in it," Dustyn said, now fully annoyed.

"Fine, gerbilhugger, you get Azazel over there to join in and I'll do it."

Dustyn felt the fire in him building. "Well, keep poking at me Danny and you won't need to jazzercise..."

"Hey! That's enough both of you!" Angel shouted. "What do you say Azazel?"

The Watcher looked up to find the faces of all four Original Souls staring back at him. "About what?"

"Yoga," Dustyn said.

"And this is for?" the Watcher asked.

"Our sanity," Angel replied. "Danny said he won't do Yoga unless you do it."

The Watcher narrowed his eyes. "Have you humans gone mad? That is Gadreel's ridiculousness, not mine."

"But it works," Carter said with his hands open by his side. "Look at his demons. They are all normal."

"Yeah, 'cept they're stoners..."

"Shut up, Danny!" shouted the other Original Souls in unison.

"What the hell, ya'll!" Danny exclaimed.

"If it will shut that Mongolian warlord's mouth, then I will do it. It's either that or I will have to rip his soul out through his face," Azazel said, glaring at Danny.

"Try it!"

"Shut up, Danny!" Angel barked.

"All of you...that is quite enough," said a weak voice.

"Michael!" Angel shouted, leaning down to kiss the Archangel on the forehead.

Dustyn squinted.

"Where is Gabriel and did I hear Gadreel's voice earlier?" Michael asked, sitting up with Angel's assistance.

"Gabriel returned to Heaven," Azazel replied.

"How long was I out?"

"A day," Angel replied.

"Oh. Then, what happened to Brother Gadreel? Was he not here only a moment ago?"

"That weinerfluid was douche-ing out on us. Talking about he's not picking sides...blah, blah, blah. He said we were destroying his vibe or some such shit," Danny said, pacing the floor and throwing his hands about.

Michael shot Azazel a look of concern.

"Demon rage," the Watcher replied.

"They need Gadreel's help, call him back. He doesn't have to necessarily fight to help us win this war. He has already picked a side, he just can bring himself to admit it, yet," Michael said, shakily.

"I don't think..." Azazel began.

"Call him back, please. I will speak with him if you want," the Fallen Archangel shot back. "No more bickering."