Arc Angelical Series : Michaels Story, Archangel of Protection

Lucifer

Jene breathed deeply, allowing his third eye to open. As he began his meditation he focused closely on connecting to his angel soul and allowing its energy to come forth. As he felt the silvery energy radiating off him he brought his focus to Al.

The ginger headed male transformed before him. While his figure stayed much the same his once green eyes darkened to heavy charcoal. His physique seemed almost skeletal, his now ghastly white skin stretched thinly over protruding bones. Around him, darkness ebbed. The tendrils blowing on an invisible breeze like tattered cobwebs. The dark smudge of the fallen contrasting painfully against his pale forehead.

Despite his gruesome appearance Al grinned, showing off his crooked white teeth before jerking forward and throwing his head back as his mouth opened in a gargled scream. A black mist enveloped Al's twisting form as Jene watched, his hand on the divine blade that had appeared on his hip when he had freed his angelic self. The divine warrior's silvery wings moved slightly behind him as if they too sensed the danger imminent.

The suffocating mist parted mysteriously in front of him, revealing a towering caramel-skinned man where Al had been standing. He looked to be in his early 30's, his dark hair was slicked back in a Henry Cavill look as he smiled smugly at the obvious shock he was causing.

" What a pleasure to see a warrior angel, in the flesh himself."

The man's voice was similar to Michael's but it had a mischievous ring to it. Despite being low and enchanting it held a darkness that Michael's tone didn't have.

The stranger flicked back his gelled ebony hair as an inky pair of shadows sprung up behind him. Wings, stretching from his shoulders to the dusty wooden floorboards beneath him. Wings of deep midnight black with golden and dark blue intricate veins. The inky tendrils wavered off him, like smoke off a dying candle. 

Jene froze, his divine nature was itching at him to attack like a second voice. The man's energy confused him though. It was dark and suffocating but still divine.

" How is my baby brother? Lil' Al has been tracking him for years. It's a shame to be completely honest. He's doing alright for a weak soul but it is too bad he doesn't know my army is a load of crap. Hell isn't a jail. I didn't create it. They trap themselves there, they are a manifestation of their guilt...AND I HAVE TO WATCH OVER THE PLACE!"

Jene stepped back, turbulent waves of alarm coursing through him at the man's furious tone.

The mysterious man's eyes flashed a bright red, flames of vibrant yellows and neon oranges flickering in the crimson depths. Tendrils of suffering and guilt laced with lethal anger.

" Yes, I know angeling. The big bad brother in the flesh. The rebellious one. Lucifer. The devil. Me...The original fallen one."

Jene instinctively threw one of his silver blades, the weapon flicking through the air so fast it was almost imperceivable to even Jene's divine eyesight. Lucifer's luminant eyes continued to bore into his own as the fallen archangel plucked the spinning dagger from the air and flicked it around in his hand.

" For an angeling, that was an alright throw. For an archangel that was pathetic, however, being around egotistical human souls wrapped up in their own guilt  has  probably made me a tad egotistical myself."

At this Lucifer softly patted down his suit, dropping Jene's dagger so swiftly it stuck upright between the warping wooden floorboards beneath them.

" Now, time for business. To make a long story short...Where is my brother? I refuse to let him and my siblings save Gaia's latest project. Sometimes you have to scrap a project when it is too corrupted. Trust me, I would know. After all, I am the head of their own guilt manifestation, it has not made me their greatest fan. In fact, I think humanity being the source of their own destruction is quite poetic. "

He sighed softly rubbing his hands together. The bright silver rings adorning his fingers glimmered softly in the pale morning lighting.

" Poor old Gaia. She is a beautiful spirit yet a bit too motherly when it comes to her humans. It's for the best to just restart projects. Humanity's gone. Their frequency is so low..."

He drifted off shrugging his shoulders and smirking.

" Now let's go find that brother of mind. It is always a good time for family matters. Family is always the most important...remember that Jene."

The fallen archangel checked his wrist, his now dark eyes reflecting in the polished glass of his simple yet elegant watch.

" It has been, I believe just over 700 years and 580 minutes since our last brotherly chat. How ghastly."

He yawned softly, the slightest traces of annoyance drifting across his handsome features before his neutral expression took over once again.

" That awful Al is such an annoying itch. He is continuously trying to please me and ' obey my every command'. He makes the perfect lackey, but it is depressing how guilty he feels searching for an excuse for his violent life on Earth. He was a hitman Jene. A hitman now attempting to get into Lucifer's' oh so private army' so he can take out more people, yet I do not care for such things. I do not care about petty games and wars. They bring it upon themselves. Once a hitman always a hitman, they just need something to do..."

Jene went deadly still as Lucifer stopped talking and stared into space thoughtfully before continuing.

"I used to keep track of my siblings, yet soon realised it was a waste of time. I simply don't communicate with the divine realm, they are too boring and...perfect. However, it is always interesting to listen to the whispers of the spirits here on Earth. To hear the whispers of a golden light orb in the Terran plane. A tall golden male warrior orb named Michael. Imagine my joy to know Dad had actually begun his plan. Gaia's plan."

The fallen archangel grinned at this, a deadly yet dazzling smile that had Jene feeling increasing discomfort with each passing minute.

" I knew Dad, the creator was thinking about this tactic. To reincarnate archangels, my siblings into human form and get them to investigate how to raise humanity's frequency. Gaia loves her little project, her little humans. It's broken if you ask me...however I am biased, I do see the worst parts. The egotistical parts. I apologise for the monologue, it has been so long since I've actually spoken to someone not trying to get into my favour."

Jene stood there in numb shock as Lucifer, the leader of hell, the rebellious archangel smiled once more and disappeared. His mischievous smirk dissipating as Al's sulking face appeared again and pointedly ignored Jene. The redhead walked swiftly out of the room groaning and holding his head as his barefeet shuffled loudly against the dusty floorboards.