Dance of the Angels

Chapter 12

“You don’t know when to stop, do you, Lucifer?”

Michael.

Naomi’s gaze shifted from Lucifer to Michael. Behind him stood Gabriel and Samiel but not Azrael. Where had the Angel of Death gone?
“Naomi? You did this?” asked Samiel.
“I thought you didn’t teach her how to do that with her telekinesis,” said Gabriel. Lucifer rolled his eyes.
“I wonder why,” he drawled as he looked up at his siblings.

While the two brown-haired archangels hauled Lucifer to his feet - letting Naomi drop her hold on him - Michael slowly walked towards Naomi. He didn’t look mad, he was disappointed.
“What can he do that Father couldn’t?” he asked.

Gently, he reached out and touched her wings. They were no longer white, they were grey. Each feather was scaly and harsh to touch.
“I’m not loyal to him,” she stuttered. Confused, she glanced at Lucifer, he had mentioned something to do with her wings earlier.
“Tell the truth,” he said sharply.
“I haven’t changed!”
“But your wings, Naomi,” he said. “You have fallen.”

“I’m not loyal to Lucifer!” she yelled in frustration. “I’m not loyal to Father either!”
“I don’t think I…”
“I’m loyal to you, Michael.” He raised his eyebrows at her, clearly confused.
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
“Lucifer was right that our father isn’t as benevolent as almost everyone claims. He never bothered to raise us and, I mean, look what happened to his favourite and supposedly perfect son,” she said. “I don’t agree with Father but I don’t agree with Lucifer either. But I’m loyal to you because you’ve taught me everything, you’re the one who’s been there for me.”

“Naomi, our Father does things for his own reasons. He has them but he doesn’t need to tell us,” argued Michael. “He does everything for a reason.”
“So we can’t control what happens?” she asked him. “I don’t want that, Michael, but I’ve only known you. You raised me, you taught me almost everything I know and what did Father do? Make me exist?”

“He gave you the gift of life.”
“Why? Because he was bored? Because he felt like it? And all for what? To befriend psychopathic and abusive people, one of which is dead and two are murderers.” She let out a groan of frustration and collapsed onto the front bench again.

“I choose you, Michael, I choose you over Lucifer and God because neither are completely right.”

As Michael stared at her in silence, Naomi sighed and looked to Lucifer and her other two brothers.
“Did you mean all that?” Naomi blinked and turned back to Michael.
“Huh? What?” she asked.
“Did you mean all that?” Michael repeated for her. She looked down and slowly nodded.

“What exactly do you mean by it all?”
“I follow what you do, what you say just like you do for Father or how most of the fallen angels follow Lucifer. I know know if this is right, if your right or anything. I just know your the person I know right now.”

Michael’s gaze shifted from Naomi as he turned to his brothers.

“I need to talk to Father.”

Immediately, Gabriel let go of Lucifer’s arms and teleported so he stood in front of Michael even if it was only a few metres away. Gabriel grabbed onto Michael’s shoulders and stared at him.
“No, no, no, no, no.”
“I have to.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Samiel pointed out, When he received a glare from both males in front of him, he awkwardly coughed and stayed silent.

“What could you possibly hope to achieve, dearest brother?” Lucifer asked.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But I can try.”
“You have a death wish,” muttered Gabe. “Do you want to die?”
“No,” sighed Michael. “But I can’t just let Father do this.”

“Gabe, look after her while I’m gone,” said Michael.
“I’ll try,” said Gabriel with a sad smile.
“Wait, what’s going on?” asked Naomi as she zoned back in to the world around her. She quickly pieces together what she had been hearing in the background. “You’re leaving?”
“I need to.”

Michael began walking away from her.
“Michael!” yelled Naomi as she ran towards him. He didn’t turn to face her.

“Good luck, brother dearest,” said Lucifer. Michael nodded in thanks, surprised Lucifer had even said something to him.
“Be careful,” said Sam. “Please, you know what he’s like.”
“I know,” Michael said quietly, reluctant to admit it.
“Stay safe.”

“Michael!” yelled Naomi but it was futile.

Michael vanished.