Tis time, brothers, for the harrowing...
Michael stood alone upon the snowy peak, staring out over Creation. Angelic eyes saw far, and Heaven's Divine Captain easily pierced the coming storm brewing in response to his summons. Six legions. Six legions he'd commanded from Paradise, a thousand archangels to each.
The wind became even more chill, brushing against his face with freezing intensity. They had arrived. He could see them, swirling within the storm clouds, white wings unfurled as they flew about their commander in perfect symmetry.
Michael closed his eyes, calling to the fore all of his divine power, and sent his voice out through the firmament. We go not as destroyers, but as liberators. We will bring those righteous souls up from Perdition and return them to their Father's loving embrace. Be on guard; Sammael's legions will surely counter, but we are not to engage unless first attacked. Retrieve thy mission and return.
The swirl of angelic Host then veered, coming to station behind its Captain, a trembling swell of heavenly power simply waiting to be unleashed. Whispering a soft prayer to his Father, Michael then extended his hand, the flaming blade of Righteous Judgment appearing within his grip, and rose from the mountain peak, black wings lifting him easily aloft. It was but a short flight to the specified place, and as Heaven's Divine Prince gathered his strength, all of Creation took a breath in anticipation, but the world rocked with the tremendous backlash of power as the Archangel Michael paved the way to the gates of Gehenna.
Indeed, shock waves roiled through Creation itself as that mighty explosion sundered it anon; the flights of angels, led by their Commander, flew unerringly towards the high gates still holding back most of Sammael's unclean legions. Tall and vast they stood, but with grim determination and a blow from his true blade Michael sent them bursting in upon themselves, resulting in a massive recoiling from Gehenna's sands as the angelic force flooded into the abyss yon.
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The wind became even more chill, brushing against his face with freezing intensity. They had arrived. He could see them, swirling within the storm clouds, white wings unfurled as they flew about their commander in perfect symmetry.
Michael closed his eyes, calling to the fore all of his divine power, and sent his voice out through the firmament. We go not as destroyers, but as liberators. We will bring those righteous souls up from Perdition and return them to their Father's loving embrace. Be on guard; Sammael's legions will surely counter, but we are not to engage unless first attacked. Retrieve thy mission and return.
The swirl of angelic Host then veered, coming to station behind its Captain, a trembling swell of heavenly power simply waiting to be unleashed. Whispering a soft prayer to his Father, Michael then extended his hand, the flaming blade of Righteous Judgment appearing within his grip, and rose from the mountain peak, black wings lifting him easily aloft. It was but a short flight to the specified place, and as Heaven's Divine Prince gathered his strength, all of Creation took a breath in anticipation, but the world rocked with the tremendous backlash of power as the Archangel Michael paved the way to the gates of Gehenna.
Indeed, shock waves roiled through Creation itself as that mighty explosion sundered it anon; the flights of angels, led by their Commander, flew unerringly towards the high gates still holding back most of Sammael's unclean legions. Tall and vast they stood, but with grim determination and a blow from his true blade Michael sent them bursting in upon themselves, resulting in a massive recoiling from Gehenna's sands as the angelic force flooded into the abyss yon.
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