Deicide

Returning to America

 "I'm getting real tired of killing you, Maystar," Michael said.

 "I'm getting tired of you," I said, gripping the Blade.

 Michael dropped the Grail on the ground. It clattered and rolled off to the side. He puled his blade out.

 We fought for a few minutes. His blade narrowly missed my kidneys and impaled my jacket. I hit Michael's forearm with the butt of the Blade and heard a satisfying CRUNCH.

 He grunted and fell onto the altar, gripping his injured arm.

 I pointed the Blade at his throat.

 "Not so high and mighty now, huh?" I said.

 Michael smirked and I watched helplessly as a blade about the size of a Swiss army knife was embedded in my side.

 I pulled it out and looked back only to discover that Michael was gone. 

 * * *

 "What happened in there?" The Devil asked as we exited the church.

 "Not much," I said, holding the wound in my side.

 "Didi you get the Grail?"

 I patted the backpack. "Yep."

 He grabbed our shoulders and we teleported.

 We appeared on a bus.

 "Where are we?" I asked.

 No answer.

 I looked around. The Devil and Jessica were nowhere to be seen. In fact, the bus was empty except for the driver and I.

 "Oh, shit," I said.

 "Watch your language," said the driver.

 He turned around revealing a face with black hair, green eyes and features identical to Michael and the Devil but he didn't glow.

 "Who are you?" I asked.

 "I'm the archangel Gabriel," he said, turning back to the road.

 I pulled the Blade out.

 "No, you don't need that," Gabriel said. "I'm neutral so I'm not gonna hurt you."

 I put the Blade away. "Where are we?"

 "New Jersey."

 "Why?"

 "You tell me, you teleported here."

 Teleported. I had somehow forgotten the Devil and Jessica. "Where are-"

 "The others? Lucifer and your-" he paused, "your friend are in Kansas."

 "Are we going there?"

 "No."

 "Why?"

 "Because they're coming here." Gabriel stopped the bus and fired a green beacon out the window. It lingered for a few minutes then vanished.

 A couple minutes later, the Devil and Jessica appeared outside of the bus.

 Gabriel opened the door and once they were on the bus we started moving.

 Jessica kissed me and I could see worry in her eyes. The Devil patted my back silently.

 We drove quietly for a while until we reached a city. Signs told me that we were back in New York. We drove for a few minutes or a couple hours and stopped.

 "Where are we?" I asked.

 "Washington Square Park," the Devil said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at the sky. "It's time."

 He pulled some chalk out of his pocket and began drawing on the ground. The park was empty although it was around noon.

 I looked at the Devil's handiwork. It was a circle with a bunch of designs and symbols inside of it.

 He mumbled some stuff in Latin and the whole thing glowed white-hot.

 The ground rumbled and Michael appeared in full armor, completely healed with his silver blade gleaming in the sunlight.

 "Looks like this will be our last battle, Maystar," he said, swinging his blade expertly.

 I drew mine. "Looks like it, bastard."

 We charged.