Deicide

Obsession by Calvin Klein for Gods

 Our blades clashed with a metallic clang that echoed throughout the park. 

 I swept under his feet with the Blade. He jumped over and I hit him in the crotch with the butt.

 He groaned and kicked me in the chest sending me sprawling.

 "No," the Devil said, most likely to Jessica, "this is his fight."

 I pulled out the blade that Michael had used on me in Mexico and threw it into his side.

 He growled and pulled it out of his side.

 I pushed myself up and swung the Blade at him. He blocked but I hit him in the nose with the hilt.

 Glowing angels' blood flowed down his face.

 He punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

 I gasped and leaned over. Michael hit my back with the butt of his blade. I fell onto my stomach.

 "It's over," he said. I felt the point of the blade on the back of my neck. I spat blood.

 I swept Michael's legs out from under him and pushed myself up quickly.

 He got himself up as well and we clashed blades again.

 I knocked his blade out of his hands and he punched my face. 

 I dropped the Blade and we began fist-fighting.

 I kicked his stomach and he bent over in pain. I kneed his midsection repeatedly. He straightened himself and spat angel blood in my eyes.

 I screamed in pain and dropped to my knees.

 A foot kicked me and sent me sprawling on the pavement. I felt one of our blades under my head.

 My vision cleared and I gripped the Blade.

 Michael was standing over me.

 "Ready to die?" He asked.

 "I was going to ask you the same question," I said. I jumped up, sliding the blade into Michael's throat.

 He gasped and fell, bleeding out on the ground.

 "Holy shit you did it," the Devil said behind me.

 "No," I panted. "Not yet."

 The Devil grabbed Michael's blade and began carving open his chest.

 "Grab the other stuff." He said.

 Jessica handed me the backpack and I pulled out the Grail, the apple and the pouch of dust.

 I poured the dust into the Grail, smashed the apple and put the pieces in with the dust. They began to glow softly.

 "Here," the Devil handed me what I assumed was Michael's heart. I dropped it in with the dust and apple pieces. The glow intensed and turned into a pale green liquid the viscosity of water.

 "You have to drink it," he said.

 "Obsession by Calvin Klein for Gods," I said in a mock toast and chugged the concoction. It tasted like a million things at once. I began to glow softly.

 There was a flash of light and God appeared in front of us in his college professor clothes and spectacles. 

 "The time has come," he said, taking his glasses off and dropping them on the floor.

 The sky ripped open and hundreds of angels poured out.