Heaven and Hell - The War Begins

6/21/2011

@Luv It - Thanks, I wouldn't go so far as to call myself an amazing writer. I'm still new at this! Anyway, I wanted to have Gabriel seem like he is the "hard core" general of the current millennia. I thought that it would be kinda cool for God to rotate the command of his army. It seemed as though it gave God more credit for his idea of equality. Also in the end, I went with "Luke" for the child's name. It seemed appropriate to say that Lucifer would name his only son after himself. And "Luke" would show the disdain he has for his father; almost to the point where his very name disgust him. Anyway, any advice is great advice. Thanks.
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The War Begins

"Pointless fighting," sighed Raphael as he attended to Amitiel, "All this bloodshed..."
"Pointless as it may be, Raphael, Lucifer will not easily give up," announced God as he walked in, "And I believe you know that?"
"Yes sir," I nodded, "I think he'll try his best to kill us all."
"Do you believe he has any chances of success?" asked God quietly.
"Hell is no longer as weak as it was sir," I admitted sadly, "With each new age malevolent souls grow weary of the torture my father shows them...they grow stronger and fill themselves on hate."
He stood silent as I answered his question.

"Many of them are just as strong as your angels," I finished. His body tensed at the sadness of my voice.
"Many angels have fallen already," sighed God, "Many demons have fallen and their souls are seeking rest. Raphael, send a messenger to find Gabriel, Michael, and Uriel."
"As you wish father," agreed Raphael.
We sat in silence as we watched the bloodshed and gore. I was growing uneasy. I was on the enemy's side and they were attending to me as if I were one of their own. I heard many stories of God while living with my father. He used to say that God was like a young boy with a lot of time on his hands and used people suffering for his entertainment.
"What are you thinking about young man?" asked God smiling at me.
"Well," I felt as if I would burst if I didn't ask him, "Why are you being so kind to me?"
"Ah, that in itself is a mystery," he chuckled, "I'm not sure whether or not what I'm planning for you is your fate..."

"You have no rule over a demons fate," I interrupted rudely. I felt as if my emotions were being played with. As if he were pulling the strings attached to my back as though I was a small puppet and he was the puppeteer.
"Unfortunately I do," he sighed, "It is my decision as to where a soul shall end up...it is a horrible living."
I sat entrapped by this old wise man's worries.
"Judgment is equally stressful on the judge as it is on the judged," he explained, "You are different...I cursed your father. This curse was that of him being unable to bare an heir...my question is how it is you were born without my knowing?"
"I wish I knew sir," I admitted, "I would've preferred dying in her accursed womb..."
"It is not your place to decide the conditions of your birth," snapped God; he cleared his throat and turned his back. We were left in silence until the Archangels assembled.

They were all unharmed and fit for battle.
"Father, we are needed at our posts, is this urgent?" asked Uriel.
"I apologize Uriel," smiled God, "I have been considering this battles ending...we must end this fight quickly. Call for Phanuel, Saraqael, and Sammael."
"Father, if I may?" interrupted Michael, "Sammael has not been disturbed for many millennia...is this really the only choice we have left?"
"Sammael is under my dominion," declared God, "If he gets out of hand we shall deal with him as we see fit, understood?"
"Father I only mean to say that he-"
"I understand your fears Michael," sighed God heavily, "Gabriel?"
"Yes father," he answered.
"You are to trade positions on the field with Michael," he announced, "I need your strength at the barrier, especially if Sammael is to enter in this battle. Uriel, remain at your post and Raphael, keep up the good work, we need the medical crew to keep their pace up to par."

"Yes father," beamed Raphael brightly, "Shall I summon the other Archangels?"
"Yes please," smiled God. Michael was on edge and it showed when he grasped the hilt of his sword. Sammael was before my time, I had never heard of an angel by that name before. Not even in stories.
"The reason being is because he is the Angel of Death," grunted Amitiel as she struggled to raise her head, "Those who oppose him never live to tell the story of his magnificence."
"That is correct, Amitiel," laughed a deep voice. Sammael was an incredibly large for an angel; he towered over Gabriel by several feet. A golden hammer hung at his belt.
"Father, it has been many years, I see you are doing well," smiled another angel, "Phanuel is forever at your service."
The angel bowed deeply, well as deep as he could while holding his silver trident.

"Where is Saraqael?" questioned God.
"He is performing his duties as an Angel of Healing," answered Sammael, "The battlefield is littered with our brethren...if I may ask, exactly what is it that you have been doing Raphael?"
"Obeying the word of my lord and father," smiled Raphael, "However, I do apologize for I am a bit short-handed at the moment."
"Humph, Saraqael is cleaning your mess while you play nurse in your tent?" asked Sammael, "I would suspect that you'd be on the battlefield healing the wounded-"
"That is enough Sammael," intervened God, "Raphael is doing as I ordered, and your questioning is growing tiresome. You are to assist Michael on the front lines."
"Mikey?" laughed Sammael; my dislike for this person was growing every second, "My have you grown in the ranks!"
"Thank you Sammael," bowed Michael with a grim expression. Sammael noticed his gloomy attitude and began to tease him.

"Why so depressed?" he laughed, "There is war upon us and the enemy is great indeed."
"War is not something to grow fond of," answered Michael, "Even if the war is with those damned for all eternity."
"That is enough," sighed Saraqael as he walked in. I have heard tell of Saraqael and learned much about him. He is not that different from a demon. He is one that would fall to Earth to bed women that were already spoken for. The women could never resist his charm in life and now, as a higher being, he's been given the light of God as a bonus.
"We must attend to the fallen," he announced, "I shall start preparations and work with Raphael, is that alright with you father?"
"Very well," agreed God, "Phanuel you are to join Sammael and Michael on the battlefield. Pray we are victorious in this battle and we just might be. Hope is the key to success."

Each of the Generals filed out of the tent except Sammael. He was staring at me, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"What is your name boy?" he asked.
"Uh, Luke," I answered hesitantly. I couldn't tell him that I was named after my father.
"Are you an angel? Mortal?" he asked, "You reek of demon; I can smell it in your very blood...what is your true name?"
"Lucifer, Lucifer the second," I admitted. Instantaneously I was in a grip that was as strong as steel.
"The son of that fallen being is in my very presence!" he roared, "How is it that you've come to be here? Raphael has runes placed all around this area and yet you slipped past the barrier! Speak!"

"Release...me!" I choked.
"Sammael, he has been given amnesty by our father!" shouted Amitiel struggling to loosen his grip, "Release him!"
The lights began to grow thin as the oxygen circulating in and out of my brain was lessening.
"RELEASE HIM!" boomed a voice. The hand around my throat immediately grew slack.
"You shall be punished for your crimes against my guest!" boomed God's voice, "Be clear on this, if you cannot behave yourself you will be stripped of your title and sent to join the Fallen! Do I make myself clear?"
Sammael nodded.
"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" ordered God.
"Yes Father," answered Sammael, "I shall take my leave and join the others on the battlefield."

"That would be the best thing for you now, I may find it in myself to forgive your many ineptitude's," snapped God, "Be sure to protect your brothers as well!"
Sammael bowed and exited the tent but not before giving me a look of pure hatred.
"Are you alright Luke?" asked God, concern etched in his face, " I need to know if you can move?"
"Why are you calling me Luke?" I asked, "You know my name..."
"Yes, I do," he smiled, "But I also know what you wish to be called..."
"Go figure, Luke?" sighed Amitiel.
"Hey, I was only a couple hundred years old," I snapped, "I didn't know what else I could be called!"
"I know, after all I am an Angel of Truth," she teased. We went at it, insulting one another until we finally got to the point where the insults no longer made any sense.

"My decision as to what to do with you has been made, correct?" asked God.
I nodded.
"And I already set out the conditions?"
"No," I replied.
"No? Oh that is correct, your father intervened," he remembered, "Well, here they are: you are to live in the human world for a year and your caretaker shall be Amitiel."
My jaw dropped. I didn't know the first thing about living in the human world nor did I know how to deal with Amitiel. I hated the idea.
"But, won't he find me?" I asked hopefully.
"No," he answered simply, "As long as you don't use any of your demonic powers you should be just fine."
"Excuse me?" I asked, "I cannot go through life without using my powers!"
"Actually, what are your powers?" he asked.

"Uh, I can do everything that my father can," I admitted, "He taught me after three weeks of my birth."
"That's not important," interrupted Amitiel, "Father is this punishment? Have I not completed my duties as one of your angels? Being put in charge of some demon that went on a rampage half an hour ago?"
"Amitiel, being disobedient will not help your situation," smiled God, "I figured you both are well acquainted so...there you have it. You are to watch each other's every movement. A demon can learn from an angel and an angel can learn from a demon. Besides both of you have impulse control problems."
"YOU! I know you are there come her now!" shouted my father's voice.
"You are to remain in this tent," he instructed. Following directions was never in my blood, literally, so I followed after him.

"You know you are being disobedient," laughed Raphael, "He may grow angry."
"I don't care," I answered simply as I walked out.
The battlefield was littered with bodies. Some left whole, others cleaved in half. My father was unharmed, as was my mother, but the anger that fumed from him was unbearable.
"I have had enough of this," he announced, "Fight me yourself!"
"I am a pacifist Lucifer," sighed God, "and you know this well."
Father just smiled and began advancing, cutting down whoever barred his path. Mother followed, obediently burning the bodies of the fallen.
The seven Archangels appeared in front of us and blocked his path.
"Is this necessary?" he asked, "All I ask is to see my son, now...move!"

The first to fall were both Raphael and Saraqael, they weren't dead but they were badly injured. Uriel rushed forward with a golden sword. His expression was that of disgust. Father took his time with him before slashing his wings.
"Is this all you've got?" he laughed insanely, "I was an Archangel longer than the lot of you!"
"Phanuel believes it is time for father to leave," spoke up Phanuel as he walked to God's side, "Phanuel believes that this may very well be Phanuel's last battle."
"I will not," replied God, "He has lived off the fear of others for far too long."
"Out of the way demon," growled Gabriel as he walked forward, "Ah wait a minute...come here!"
The idiot grabbed me by the neck again and dragged me on to the battlefield. He let go of my throat to grab my hair and lift me from the ground.

"Sammael!" shouted God, "Stop-"
"My lord, what is it?" asked rushed voices, "Is there something wrong?"
I couldn't see what was happening. It sounded as though someone were choking.
"This is your son, is he not?" laughed Sammael, "It be a shame if something would happen to him.
"You underestimate me, dear Sammael," laughed my father, "He has been banished from hell, therefore..."
I felt my father's cold sword pierce my heart.
"You...bastard..." I choked. The wound wasn't enough to kill me but it was doing some damage. Sammael had dropped me in order to fight father. They were equally matched.

"Amitiel, assist Luke!" ordered God, he must've gotten over his fit, and regained his senses. I felt Amitiel's warm hands grip my shoulder as she helped me to my feet.
"Gabriel, join their quarrel!" ordered God, "You have my orders! Lucifer is not to be harmed! Where is Michael? Find Michael!"
Many angels leapt into action to search for Michael and came back empty-handed.
"Could it be he's abandoned us?" asked Phanuel, "Phanuel does not wish for that to be true!"
"Phanuel assist your brothers!" ordered God, "I shall search for Michael!
"There is no need father," spoke up Michael as he walked over, "Sammael had locked me in a barrier as to control the remaining troops!"
"Now is not the time!" explained God, "Michael, you are to return Lucifer to his prison. Amitiel and I shall take Luke."

"Wait..." I mumbled, "I'm not going anywhere..."
The wound had started taking effect, my vision was becoming blurry and my body began to grow numb.
"Come, Luke," sighed Amitiel, "We must obey the order."
"I'm not an angel, I can disobey," I answered back groggily, "But-"
"That's enough," spoke God. He placed his hand on my head and whispered a prayer. I blacked out instantly. As the world grew dark around me, I could see Sammael and Gabriel holding my father down on his knees. Michael was walking up to him with his sword of justice and the scream that wrenched the air was of pure hatred.