Forgiveness Granted, Battle Joined
See ye children, far away in the realm of dreams, look thee upon Heaven's glorious floor to the scene unfolded there. For doth Heaven's Divine Prince remain knelt before Jove's Golden Throne, head bowed in silent worship of his most Immortal Father. And see thee within, to the mighty heart which beats by Jove's Hand alone, the beauty of the creature at His feet, reborn into celestial glory.
Watch then, as Jove extends one glowing hand to place upon His Divine's dark head, giving that which has been asked and has been found worthy. Hear God speak, quietly and with a voice full of love for this one who has ever obeyed, e'en though it does rend his spirit bent and, in times of sore trial, broken.
"Michael, my Beloved Son. I have heard thy laments and seen within thine heart. Know that I do love thee and hold thee highest of all my angelic Host, for thou art worthy and have served Me unfailingly since Time's beginning march. Thou hast returned unto Me, ready and willing to face the trials for which thou hast been made." Hear the pause, then the angelic chorus surrounding the golden throne swell with heartbreakingly beautiful song, music too pure to ever grace any other realm.
Then with finality, Jove speaks. "Thus do I strengthen both thine arm and thy heart, my Michael. Rise, take thy flaming blade unto the earth and cleanse My Creation in the name of thy Father. For thou art My Purpose, My Judgment, and thou wilt be the forbearer of My Prophecy. Rise, and know I am with thee."
And see now Heaven's Divine Prince, Captain of all the Celestial Host, spread his great wings and the breeze from their unfurling akin to the great winds of a mighty hurricane, and their beat as heavy as the deepest ocean quake. From his hand doth leap his great sword, alight with Holy Fire and ablaze with the Judgment of the Heavenly Father. With one gesture, the flame pierces the veil 'tween heaven and earth, illuminating the growing darkness surrounding the firmament with purifying flame.
Rising aloft on his mighty wings, so doth the Archangel Michael go forth from Paradise to obey his God's command.
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The storm was magnificent. Within it howled legions of demons, their leathery wings struck by the pounding hail and ripped by the gale-force winds. Yet the weather did not terrify them as much as did the bright bursts of holy fire, flashing from the blade held in the archangel's firm hand. Screaming in fear and rage, they attacked nevertheless, driven into battle by their master, only to fall, shrieking even as their flesh smoked and dissipated before they even struck the mountainside. Finally, there were none left to challenge God's Divine Punishment save for the demon lord himself, and as the gale howled on, Michael's mighty voice thundered out over the snow-capped peaks.
"Asmodeus! Show thyself, demonic wretch! For I would have battle done with thee! Thou hast sent thy best against me and all have fallen. Come, then! Stand before me and be smote again unto Gehenna!"
Screaming in rage at the usurpation of his evil plots here upon Creation, so did the demon lord Asmodeus leap into the fray in attempt to strike at the Captain of the Host. Shedding his mortal guise, he took upon the visage of a monstrous dragon of the burning pit, belching fire and acid and sharp claws tipped with mortal blood. Again, twice, and thrice again did he swell unto immensity, growing more gargantuan than even the largest of earth's creatures, but Michael quailed not to see his foe appear so. Nay, e'en as his enemy rushed to him, fangs adrip with poisonous saliva and claws outstretched to rend the archangel from wing and limb did Michael unveil the brightness of his angelic form, striking Asmodeus fully with that burning holiness.
Recoiling, shrieking, Asmodeus faltered but rejoined the battle nevertheless. Round and round went the angelic and the demonic; acidic demon blood dripped upon the pristine snow akin to unholy rain. But at the grim end, 'twas the beast which snarled and snapped viciously at the bright Captain above, shrieking curses with its blood frothed voice. Michael spoke not a word, merely delivered the final blow with grim retribution, so striking down the most of unholies which had been tormenting the souls of men. And from that violent altercation sparked a quake which shook the world, for titanic was the struggle between the powerful forces, battling for dominion over mankind.
Slowly did the storm devolve, revealing the bright blue sky over the icy peaks. So hovered the Glory of Heaven's Host, gazing off towards the east and the rising sun, to which he spread his great wings and flew unto, off to join battle with the rest of the dark forces so infesting his Father's Creation.
[Open to anyone would would have access to be there. ^^]
Watch then, as Jove extends one glowing hand to place upon His Divine's dark head, giving that which has been asked and has been found worthy. Hear God speak, quietly and with a voice full of love for this one who has ever obeyed, e'en though it does rend his spirit bent and, in times of sore trial, broken.
"Michael, my Beloved Son. I have heard thy laments and seen within thine heart. Know that I do love thee and hold thee highest of all my angelic Host, for thou art worthy and have served Me unfailingly since Time's beginning march. Thou hast returned unto Me, ready and willing to face the trials for which thou hast been made." Hear the pause, then the angelic chorus surrounding the golden throne swell with heartbreakingly beautiful song, music too pure to ever grace any other realm.
Then with finality, Jove speaks. "Thus do I strengthen both thine arm and thy heart, my Michael. Rise, take thy flaming blade unto the earth and cleanse My Creation in the name of thy Father. For thou art My Purpose, My Judgment, and thou wilt be the forbearer of My Prophecy. Rise, and know I am with thee."
And see now Heaven's Divine Prince, Captain of all the Celestial Host, spread his great wings and the breeze from their unfurling akin to the great winds of a mighty hurricane, and their beat as heavy as the deepest ocean quake. From his hand doth leap his great sword, alight with Holy Fire and ablaze with the Judgment of the Heavenly Father. With one gesture, the flame pierces the veil 'tween heaven and earth, illuminating the growing darkness surrounding the firmament with purifying flame.
Rising aloft on his mighty wings, so doth the Archangel Michael go forth from Paradise to obey his God's command.
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The storm was magnificent. Within it howled legions of demons, their leathery wings struck by the pounding hail and ripped by the gale-force winds. Yet the weather did not terrify them as much as did the bright bursts of holy fire, flashing from the blade held in the archangel's firm hand. Screaming in fear and rage, they attacked nevertheless, driven into battle by their master, only to fall, shrieking even as their flesh smoked and dissipated before they even struck the mountainside. Finally, there were none left to challenge God's Divine Punishment save for the demon lord himself, and as the gale howled on, Michael's mighty voice thundered out over the snow-capped peaks.
"Asmodeus! Show thyself, demonic wretch! For I would have battle done with thee! Thou hast sent thy best against me and all have fallen. Come, then! Stand before me and be smote again unto Gehenna!"
Screaming in rage at the usurpation of his evil plots here upon Creation, so did the demon lord Asmodeus leap into the fray in attempt to strike at the Captain of the Host. Shedding his mortal guise, he took upon the visage of a monstrous dragon of the burning pit, belching fire and acid and sharp claws tipped with mortal blood. Again, twice, and thrice again did he swell unto immensity, growing more gargantuan than even the largest of earth's creatures, but Michael quailed not to see his foe appear so. Nay, e'en as his enemy rushed to him, fangs adrip with poisonous saliva and claws outstretched to rend the archangel from wing and limb did Michael unveil the brightness of his angelic form, striking Asmodeus fully with that burning holiness.
Recoiling, shrieking, Asmodeus faltered but rejoined the battle nevertheless. Round and round went the angelic and the demonic; acidic demon blood dripped upon the pristine snow akin to unholy rain. But at the grim end, 'twas the beast which snarled and snapped viciously at the bright Captain above, shrieking curses with its blood frothed voice. Michael spoke not a word, merely delivered the final blow with grim retribution, so striking down the most of unholies which had been tormenting the souls of men. And from that violent altercation sparked a quake which shook the world, for titanic was the struggle between the powerful forces, battling for dominion over mankind.
Slowly did the storm devolve, revealing the bright blue sky over the icy peaks. So hovered the Glory of Heaven's Host, gazing off towards the east and the rising sun, to which he spread his great wings and flew unto, off to join battle with the rest of the dark forces so infesting his Father's Creation.
[Open to anyone would would have access to be there. ^^]