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Post by Cassiel on Oct 9, 2008 20:12:08 GMT -1
He left Michael standing at the door but this time on the other side of it. There before him across the way was the angelic weapon. Just laying there across the mantle top. “A hundred angels under me lost their lives in the war between heaven and hell and that was even before you humans existed before Satan agreed to slumber and slumber he has been. You Mortals think you know everything just because we Angels have been guiding your bloody race in everything you do. ‘Cassiel please bring me peace.’ ‘Archangel Michael please guide me to the right path.’ ‘Uriel show me the way with your guiding light.’ ‘Gabriel protect me from harm!’ All of your prayers we hear them daily and unless you see a blasted Neon sign you don’t pay attention.”
Midnite on the other hand was getting himself something to drink, something High in alcohol content. “Now if you really think you are strong... You can take the weapon.”
He pointed to the Halberd nonchalantly as he downed a full glass of whiskey. The Halberd seemed to be made of a dark metal with gold and silver vines and leaves in very calming patterns. Off the weapon came a steady hum that would raise in pitch and tone as Michael drew close.
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Post by draegon on Oct 14, 2008 3:24:24 GMT -1
Michael’s hands went to Midnites arms as he grabbed his throat his eyes widening a little as they were engulfed in Midnites darkened wings, though before he could react he was back in the same room.
Michael almost glared some as he was left at the door shaking lightly but trying to hide it” Next time I’m taking the elevator” he said quietly listen to Midnite, his eyes on the sword, if his ears could perk they would have at Midnites words, he could take it” ha, that’s it? He could take it. “ Plea-“ he started to say as he moved closer to it, hearing the hum, he looked at it closely then back to Midnite, bah, all he had to do was pick up and maybe walk out of there alive and return it to be able to relax a while and maybe then maybe his life could return to what little bit of normalcy it had, of course his life was anything but normal, but if it was really that easy Midnite wouldn’t just let him take it.. “bah!” he thought as he reached for it to pick it up.
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Post by Shoftiel on Oct 15, 2008 21:47:48 GMT -1
This time another angel was at his throat as he reached for the poll of the halberd. And she had a sword. But then she noticed that Midnite was there and stopped the follow through. The sword disappearing before his eyes returning to the hammer of a judge only made of silver and gold entwined around the black metal. Another angel of course from Cassiel’s brood. God’s eyes and his judge. Twisting the hammer in her hand she moved over to Midnite. “You are going to let him touch it? Hold it? take it?”
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 15, 2008 21:55:22 GMT -1
“Touch it, yes. Hold it, only if he is strong in faith. As for taking it he can take it as far as he can carry it. Shoftiel it is alright, he is a human with not much faith even if he can hold it he wouldn’t get very far. Not even the Vatican’s pope has enough faith to hold that weapon. A child has once, just as he held yours.” He didn’t seem to care or he was overly confidant that Michael wouldn’t have been able to lift the weapon that was created for only angels to hold.
Should Michael have lifted the weapon at first it would feel very heavy and it’s weight only increasing slowly the longer he held it for.
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Post by draegon on Oct 16, 2008 2:35:22 GMT -1
Michael’s eyes widened again at this new hand at his throat, and the sword, his hands bursting into flames more as a instinctual move then anything else as he pushed against her. This was again a surprise something Michael was usually ready for, and should have been ready for around Midnite this short time he had known him.
As the angle backed away his fires went out, his heart was still pounding he glanced wordlessly from Midnite to this new one and sighed trying to calm him self down before listening to their exchange and he scoffed at could he it was just a fucking sword, he reached down to pick it up and only to find just how heavy it is.
Comeon now your better then this he said to himself placing both hands on the sword this time, he lifted at the knees and his back managing to pick it up only to almost drop it and again he glared first at the weapon its self then to Midnite and his little girlfriend” alright fine.. “ his words not in the lest amused” its evident its protected and I just stopped giving a fuck” he growled feeling slightly like he had just been made a fool of “ you want to keep the thing keep it.. im not paid enough for this!” he reached back into his pocket retrieving another cigarette and his lighter once again, lighting this time thankfully with ease, his hands now back in his pocket he exhales calming himself down” anything else or should I just be on my marry little way?” he asks. --
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Post by Cassiel on Oct 18, 2008 2:01:50 GMT -1
Easily Midnite walked over to where the weapon was and lifted it from the floor where Michael had dropped it. The long poll of the Halberd was spun between his hands and around him with great ease. “A weapon made for angels to wield should remain with the angel, just as the Hammer of god remained with the angel it had been given to.” He motioned to Sofiel.
Carefully the Halberd was rested on the mantle once more upon the stand that had been created for it. “The angels of my fleet fight against the demons that you humans can’t fight against. But against your wars we have no need to intercede. It is a war started by man It would only end the same way it began, when someone admits defeat. As for the fight against Lucifer; my brother... Well if god wished me to fight him the way we fought against the god of Chaos then I would have.. he didn’t so I don’t.”
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