Legion Resurrected Chapter 13

13.

Lucifer.

Azrael pulled Lucifer off the bloodied body. The later was lying there with the limbs hanging on the side like torn branches from a storm. Azrael was a strong figure with the muscled frame was dressed in the sweaty red bodysuit with the yellow waist-length jacket. He had the middle split hairstyle where the straight hairs reached his neck. He had on the red bandanna on the forehead. He was armed with the gauntlet with the attached blade.

“You are killing him.” Azrael restrain Lucifer.

“For what he was worth his betrayal overrode all the credits,” Lucifer replied. He was then dressed similarly like Azrael but he had the small trident design blade on his gauntlet. He pushed Azrael off and then looked to the bloodied figure.

“Belith must be disciplined.” Lucifer cursed out. “He was to betray us … the Fallen.”

“He had …. Belith is done for.” Azrael held out his right hand towards Lucifer.

“Never enough,” Lucifer muttered out. Azrael knew the wrath of Lucifer was never-ending. He had never taken prominence with Lucifer’s leadership, unlike the others. Azrael was uneasy with his own existence; an immortal among the mortal. Even when they were with the humans, he had sought his own indulgent in knowledge and peace. He did not appear much in the war with the Angels. It was during that war he learned a piece of new knowledge.

Azrael learned of the existence of the Celestials.

It was too late then. The Fallen had fallen. Lucifer was banished. And so were many of the others. Azrael went back into hiding.

When Lucifer returned to reclaim his position among the Fallen, the first he sought out was Azrael. He confronted Azrael on the Celestials.

“Azrael was the ones before us mentioned by you to me; were they the Celestials?”

Azrael had not admitted or denied the Celestials. They were once the talks of the Angels when an ancient scroll-triggered the event. It was whispered and then sounded out in talks to debates until the Supreme silenced them all.

“We are the ones and none existed before us.” That was not a statement but a command. No one questioned the Supreme. Not then.

Not until Lucifer.

“Is it true?” Lucifer had asked then. “How do I find them?”

“They are a … myth.” Azrael replied. “All I have of them were just recordings. Why are you keen to know them?”

“They may hold the balance to even the odds against the Angels.” Lucifer told Azrael. “Are you not keen to win back our dignity?”

“The same cost that causes many of the Fallen to perish.” Azrael reminded Lucifer.

“No, not the same. We can win even without the Celestials on our side.” Lucifer smiled. It was one of his strengths and his weakness for it was the sign of arrogance. 

“Or die.”

The Survivals

The Angels rolled on the ground with their hands grabbing the other looking for the opportunity to attack. It was Michael who landed a knee kick at the other in the left thigh and they broke apart. Both crouched on their knees and glared at each other. Gabriel had Excalibur the Blade attached to his right-hand gauntlet. He stood up and then held out his arms on the side.

“I hold your blade. It's befitting that Excalibur will shed the blood of the betrayal. Once you are dead, I will have my Horn to send you back to our realm for the final judgment on your act.”

Michael saw the Horn slung over the other right shoulder and to the rear. The Horn held two powerful weapons on it; the ability to open a portal to a place desired by the caller and the other was a focused blow directed to the intended will send the other to the next dimension; Hell itself. Hell was the dimension where the Fallen were sent. It was the realm of punishment. Lucifer was the one sent there to control them.

“Excalibur is not any blade. It’s mine by gift.” Michael told Gabriel. “You knew it. It was provided to us. It was the war that we were given the weapons.”

“Which we kept till today for the war is not over,” Gabriel replied. “The war is not over, Michael. Your departure had just opened a new battle. One that I will win for the war.”

Gabriel charged at Michael. The later braced himself for the attack. When he saw the opening, he struck out with his right leg in a front kick at Gabriel.  The kick hit the right arm of the other and then Michael went in with his left fist at Gabriel’s face. The blow caused the others to fall backward. It was then Michael went in for the right arm. He needed Excalibur. It was driving him to the madness that the blade was not with him.

Excalibur belonged to him.

Only him.

Michael held the right hand of Gabriel by the wrist. His left hand was huge enough to grab most of the gauntlet while his right hand was at Gabriel’s neck.  The later was choking then and had his eyes glaring at Michael.

“Kill…. me. I …. will be avenged.” Gabriel choked in his throat and Michael was to apply pressure on the hold when he heard the fighting. Michael was distracted for his care and paid the mistake when Gabriel seized the moment to b real free. Gabriel rolled away from Michael and then crouched onto his knees. Michael had assumed the same posture and looked at Gabriel. The later had his right-hand gauntlet damaged with the blade then held by Michael.

“Excalibur is back with me.” Michael voiced out.

“So, it was. I am not without my own. I will take leave now. Be aware while we fight, your care is in danger.” Gabriel laughed.

At that moment, Lucifer had the baby in his left arm while his right hand held the trident to create the flame that kept the minions renewed and united once more in the attack on the Diner. He called out to the others to seek shelter in the Diner.

“Move it,” Lucifer called out. Kyle has stood by his car and leveled the rifle on the minions. He had stored the ammo with spare guns into the boot. He saw Percy had joined him while Audrey remained in the car screaming. On the Stain’s car, there were no occupants for Bob had not boarded the car. He was still at the Diner and when the attack came, his concern was Jeep. He rushed through the Diner to the rear to find Jeep.

“Jeep….” Bob saw Jeep had appeared and with him was Charlie lewd by the wrist. The damn fool was in love. Damn his mother; Jeep was like her. He was the victim of love.

“Jeep, to the Diner. Get inside.” Bob turned towards the Diner. He ran past the kitchen and grabbing the two jerry cans. He placed them on the table and then grabbed a towel. He tore it and shoved the torn towels into the jerry can. He had fought in urban warfare when the squad had to fight for every inch of ground where the enemy made use of personal explosives. He lit up the soaked towels and then with the jerry cans he tossed them high and far towards the cars. The jerry cans of fuel hit the ground and the burning wick reached the fuel. The spilled fuel ignited and the fire spread.

It brought them time.

Kyle grabbed Audrey to pull her along back to the Diner. Percy was next to follow up, with Lucifer and then followed by Michael. Gabriel stood up and looked at the others retreating to the Diner. He halted the minions. They won’t risk the child being killed then.

Not by the minions.

Gabriel then saw the approaching threat.