Michael (swordinhand) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-04 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | michael, uriel |
Who: Uriel and Michael
What: Michael passes Judgment on Uriel. Needless to say, it ain't gonna be pretty.
Where: Warehouse No. 13, Meatpacking District, Chelsea Piers
When: Midnight, Wednesday
Warnings: R for Smitey!Mikey and no doubt, Mouthy!Uriel.
Michael had been at this certain crossroads before.
With the difference of it having been millions of miles upwards, in His Kingdom, standing in front of His Throne and with all His Glory surrounding him.
It had been an event that was centered over an archangel, the most beloved of His Host and of Heaven in general. There was the decision to make, to protect His Rule and to protect Heaven. One of them had thought differently than the rest of them and then one-third of them fell along with that different strain of thought, all thrown down with the thrust of Michael's sword and the roar of the two-third left standing.
This time, there was one more of them that thought differently, but times had changed. There was not another War in Heaven nor was there Orders from Him directly, to bring down the offender that seemed to have forgotten his crimes against his Faith and Him.
There was just one of them that had been reckless and cost one of their His Children their life.
It sounded simple, but for their kind, there was a lot more that went into the judging when you tried to pick apart a bad character from good. Michael, the one who judged souls before they went to Heaven, had experience in this part.
But the difference between a soul of a mortal compared with the non-existent soul of an Angel was great. And he had very few experiences to speak of in that case, the only main one being the Judgment of Lucifer.
A difference that even now, Michael wasn't entirely sure that he could manage to judge properly.
The sound of metal against concrete rang loud and clear throughout the large, empty warehouse as Michael stabbed his sword into the ground, letting it stand upright as the Dragon Slayer sat hunched in a simple folding chair, blue eyes fixed on the doorway leading in, waiting for the Angel to be judged.