The Watchmen {Autumn}

[Jonas]

Samyaza smirked, “Alright, Honey, but you look pretty sweet from where I’m sitting.” It was Jonas’ face, but the smirking, confident, appreciative almost-leer certainly was not one the Warlock would have made. ”Don’t rush me, Autumn-girl, I don’t always get to be in control and I like to enjoy it a little.” He grinned brightly, ”How about we have dinner and go over this in detail?”

Get on with it.

Sam/Jonas turned to the side and grumbled under his breath before continuing, ”Alright, look, Old Scratch has been imprisoned before. Big Red likes to say he, how’s that guy put it, he ‘acquiesced to the request’, but the truth is – he was shoved into his hole by the might of the Archangels and the Power of the Lord, Your God. There was Cassiel, He Who Sits on His Hands, with his Halberd, Shoftiel and her Hammer.” He paused then to sigh, ”Aah, Shoftiel…”

Would you, Please, just get on with it.

He looked to the side again, ”What? You don’t find power sexy? Because I know Witch and one Voodoo Queen that would beg to diffuer.” Sam/Jonas sighed, ”Fine.”

Those dark eyes returned to Autumn, and he counted off the Angels with one hand and his fingers, ”Cassiel and his Halberd, Shoftiel and her Hammer, and – this is the kicker – Lucifer and his Sword, the Sword of Light or the Morning or whatever.” He grinned impishly, ”Which means, my Arrogant Brethren have to ally themselves with second Rebel of their Choir. It means that we, including the Council, the Vatican, and anyone interested in keeping Hell in Hell have to help Old Lucy find his second-favorite sword to polish.” He laughed, ”And just as sweet, the Morningstar has to ask the Angels for help against the only enemy he can’t truly defeat on his own.”

Sam/Jonas sat back, ”I’m buying the popcorn tomorrow, and scalping tickets at Hell’s Gates.”

Jonas then shook his head, and grit his teeth, his eyes returned to their more warm chocolate hue, instead of the inky black they’d been before. “So, yes, that’s the long and the short of it. A side must be chosen, and I’m afraid that side will have to be Lucifer’s, or Satan will come. He will not be content to reside in Hell.”

Is Red ever really content?

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn arched her brow at Samyaza’s long winded way of getting to the point. The Fallen angel certainly had a charming, if not almost perverse quality to him. Autumn was less than impressed. Too much time being the focal point of Lucifer’s free time had lead her to get a little board with the way fallen and demons seemed to enjoy the play on words and sexual deviances.

She remained intently quiet, listening as Sam and Jonas had their spats while Sam attempted to babble on toward what Autumn hoped was a point. Her hazel orbs were bright and wide, waiting for whatever it was that seemed important. And then, came the punch. The brutal truth that gave her no hope, but a sinking feeling that all was doomed. Lucifer needed to align with the angels. She did not see that happening.

“Wait, if i recall correctly, the weapons of the angels cannot be held nor used by the fallen, Lucifer would have to become the archangel of light again, and i don’t see that happening, unless the big man upstairs makes it so....and I doubt Lucifer will go willingly...”

[Jonas]

Jonas tilted his head, “You would be surprised at what compromises might be struck in the Kingdom of Heaven and from the Thrones of Hell.” The Warlock took a breath, “Lucifer may not like it, but he may have to be convinced. He hasn’t the power to stand against Satan alone, and he knows this, and only Lucifer can find and wield this weapon whether he regains his Grace or not.” He folded his hands in his lap.

The Morningstar will have to bend his knee to necessity and swallow his pride.

“The War is coming, Autumn. I fear we must choose the lesser of two evil. It is neither a choice I appreciate nor one that I envy, but Satan is already on the move. The Council, regardless, will back Lucifer and attempt to push him towards reason and compromise if that is possible” Jonas nodded slightly, “Warn your people that things will get worse before they get better. Which may seem obvious, but some of these events are unprecedented. Souls are not being properly shepherded to Heaven or Hell. The Angels are in disarray, several in hiding. Some are resentful of Humanity and may not help; some of the Demons welcome Satan’s return and the chance to rend creation. I have not seen this kind of massive discord in a very long time.”

Babylon, Sodom and Gomorrah and the big guy nuked those, and then there’s the Flood that killed my Sons and Daughters…

“You know the story of the Flood. It is said that when God wishes the slate wiped clean, that Satan is the eraser.” Jonas regarded Autumn, “I know you have met with other members of the Council; but have you any questions about what we’ve discussed or anything else?”

Ask her if she wants a little demon in her.

[~Autumn Walker~]

“From what i know about Lucifer, he would never admit he is not powerful enough, he will no doubt try and twist it so it comes across you need him rather than the other way around...it’s all about his ego...” Autumn began to click her knuckles with her thumb, click after click until she flexed out her tense wrists. One problem from serving in the armed forces, after a while your body begins to ache as you got older with all the strain you had put your body through. Working for the Fifth had not helped that. Her body had been aching a lot more these days, the cold not helping.

“I thought the flood was used to get rid of the Nephilim, not that it actually worked...” Autumn remarked and watched Judas closely. Why did she get the feeling she was always missing out on some private conversation he was having with Sam. Autumn opened her mind then, slowly, pulling down the gates to protect her senses and ever so lightly allowed her mind to pick up the so called frequency of Sam. Probably not at the best time.

“Why don’t you ask me yourself Sam...”