Hi Lexie! Good to see you again! Can I ask an one like that? That William Michael son and grows up in the heaven. Samael and his demons break in into the heaven, and Samael manages to kill Michael's son almost, but Michael saves it in the last moment. Thank you
Hey, I’m 5 years late, and I’m incredibly sorry. Really, I know this has been sitting in our inbox since back in 2015 when I was still active on this blog, and I’m so very sorry for not answering this. I don’t know if you’re still out there, anon, but if you are, please take my most heartfelt apology, and enjoy my (hopefully) improved English and writing.
The loud bang echoed all through the heavenly gardens. The sky itself shook and the field of white lilies went up in flames as the light, filthy air of hell started filling the area. William wasn’t quite sure what happened. Having grown up under Michael’s protective wings, he only knew demons from stories and fairy tales. He was not even permitted to visit the human realm just yet, let alone meet any of the creatures themselves. His days were spent peacefully studying in one of heaven’s libraries, accompanying his father to the seraph meetings, and watching after some of the gardens.
There was nothing about his life that could have prepared him for his current predicament.
He was thrown back by the explosion, his wings flapping uselessly in the thin air to try and give him some kind of support or at least slow down his involuntary flight but it hardly had any effect. His back hit the pillar of the gazebo where Gabriel rested hard and stars danced in front of his eyes for a moment. There was a searing pain in his lungs. One of his pristine white wings was in agony too.
Weakly, he raised his head to the source of the sudden intrusion. A group of… humans? No, they couldn’t have been. William has seen many humans in the Garden of Eden before. Humans didn’t have such malicious air around them. Humans didn’t have horns protruding from their skulls. And he certainly has never seen humans whose hands would be spitting fire and lightning. The realization came to him just a moment too late. One of the creatures – demons – was already strolling in his direction.
His relaxed pace and posture could have brought some relief to the pitiful angel if it weren’t for the frown settled on his face, the elaborate eyepatch that served as a proof of his previous victorious battles, or the dark and dangerous claws that were more animalistic than human. His frightening aura gave away that he was clearly no ordinary demon. A cold shiver went down William’s spine. He was well versed in magic and he trained with many high-ranking angels, but could he really hope to stand up to a demon like this?
Either way, it was no time to be sitting around. The blond sprang to his feet as fast as his dizzy head allowed him to. With a quick glance inside the gazebo, he confirmed the lily on top of Gabriel’s resting place was alright. Michael always spoke about her like she was the most precious thing to him. There was no way he could allow a demon to disturb her peace.
“You don’t seem familiar.” The demon suddenly came to a stop just a few feet away from him. “But you appear to be fairly strong. I wonder if you might be the reason for the sudden shift in power?”
He spoke in an amused tone, almost as if he were mocking him. Of course, he was likely much older than William, superior in every meaning of the word. But the young angel would not let himself be talked down like that by anyone. His hands sparked with gold as he returned the demon’s glare.
“I do not recall doing anything to shift the balance just yet. Would you like to be my first stepping stone to a higher rank?”
That drew a smirk on his opponent’s face, one that looked more than satisfied. Something sparkled in his one good eye for a second before he suddenly disappeared from sight. The angel relaxed. Surely the demon must’ve got scared by his determination! He was probably on his way back to hell where he would be safe.
William breathed a sigh in relief, completely missing the magic beam that was coming in his direction.
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“Annoying pests…” Michael almost cursed under his breath before remembering they weren’t in the human realm this time around. No, instead those bothersome demons came to fight him in heaven, thinking they stood any chance at all. However, letting his frustration show would do no good. He let his sword disappear, looking over the last remaining bits of those filthy creatures trying so desperately to fight for their pathetic lives. He was lucky that not both Uriel and Jeanne were present at the moment. More and more he was starting to feel his strength running out. Though of course, he could still easily fight off a horde of lesser demons.
He kicked off the filth clinging to his feet and turned to Raguel who has just run up to report his findings. “So? How does one of hell’s armies get into heaven without anyone noticing them on the way?”
There was bitterness in his voice and it was obvious why. If the heavenly guard didn’t notice an entire legion of demons, there were clearly bigger things to worry about than just this one random attack.
Raguel bowed politely, keeping his distance from the archangel as he answered in a calm voice. “It appears they busted in through the lily garden. The gates remained tightly shut the entire time.”
Michael’s frown darkened. “Has anyone been there to confirm the damages?”
The slight twitch of Raguel’s wings didn’t escape him. Leaning forward, he took a hold of the brunet’s hair. His voice was calm this time around, only hiding the raging storm on the inside. “Is there a particular reason why that didn’t happen?”
“There is… a barrier. We can’t break it down no matter what we try.” The angel’s voice shook, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. “It appears to be young master William’s doing…”
All the anger suddenly dissolved. As if struck by an invisible hand, Michael stumbled backwards, away from Raguel and what he seemed to be telling him. He was tired. The fight before has exhausted him too much to take on whoever the leader of the demon legion was. Yet, there was no hesitation as he spread his wings and took off to the garden at a frightening speed.
He reached the garden protected just as Raguel has reported. But the formerly firm barrier was now flimsy and fragile. A single touch was enough for it to break. Michael stepped in fearing the worst.
The garden was silent. The light crackling of dying fire was the only sound filling the air alongside the smell of ash and the sweet scent of lilies. Dread settled in the pit of the seraph’s stomach. Has he come too late..?
Just then he saw them. William. And a demon choking him in the air in the lovely gazebo that became Gabriel’s grave. Michael felt numb. Was he going to lose another person so important to him? He drew his sword again, making his way closer. His head felt heavy and empty at the same time. Every step was exhausting as if he was using up the last bits of his strength. The demon noticed him only when he was almost right by them.
Already bruised and panting, it was a miracle he managed to dodge Michael’s slash, dropping William in the process. There was no mercy to be found in the angel’s eyes. This time, he would protect what was important to him.
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When William came to, he was back home in his comfortable bed. Michael was sitting next to him, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. If he didn’t know his father better, he would’ve thought the other was sleeping. He wasn’t sure what to say – or if he should say anything at all for that matter. Instead, he only silently reached out to take Michael’s hand.
The archangel’s eyes snapped open at the sudden contact and before William could so much as blink, he was being embraced tightly by the albino. For a moment, he remained tense and unsure, but finally, he returned the hug, a few tears falling from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I thought I could stop him, I just- I wanted you to be proud of me.” He murmured quietly, only feeling Michael’s hold tightening on him in response.
The chief angel shook his head then, finally pulling away and gently ruffling William’s hair.
“Of course I’m proud of you. In your whole life, there has never been a moment when I wouldn’t be thanking God for giving you to me.”
“But I made you worry!” William frowned a little, confused about Michael’s benevolence. Wouldn’t he be right to be angered?
“You’re silly, William.” When Michael smiled at him, he suddenly felt like a little child again. Though this time, not in a bad way. “Of course I worry about you. That’s a normal thing, not anything to be scolded for.”
A small moment of awkward silence passed as neither of them was sure how to continue such a conversation. Eventually, it was Michael who decided to speak up.
“So about that barrier of yours…”
“I didn’t want him to run off and make it even harder for everyone else.” William cut him off, avoiding his look. It made the father sigh as he gently took the blond’s face in his hands.
“I figured that was the case, and you did a wonderful job at that. But you must promise me to never do it again.”
There was another quiet moment, though this time, it was filled with warmth. William gave a nod and finally, even his lips turned into a small smile.
“I promise.”