Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_au, @ 2012-07-19 17:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | michael, saint george |
Who: Michael and George (and maybe more depending on how we split the threads up)
What: Hatching a plot
When: A week or so after Saint David's demise by Evil!Patrick
Where: George and Sebastian's
Notes: We're just playing out one option in this evil!AU. If you feel like it, you can continue writing in the evil!AU world and disregard this particular story option!
They were losing.
One saint and renounced his faith and signed his soul over to the fallen, and it seemed like the world was going to follow suit. Michael was usually a big picture guy and he could ignore the small details. But then Gabriel had fallen. He had lost another brother to this Hellish plague. Agatha had renounced. Saint Peter was missing. Saint David was dead and dismembered, and the only way to get him back was to deal with the disgraced saint who had started it all.
There was on option, though not a good one. Michael was desperate enough to at least mention it to George. It meant risking yet another saint, but at the rate the fallen were working through them, it was likely they would lose more soon enough anyway. They needed a win here. They needed something to shake the foundations of the fallen.
Michael knocked on George's door and he waited to be let in.
George had developed a routine when it came to answering the door lately. First was looking out the peephole, obviously. He usually did that armed with one of the sawed-off shotguns he'd acquired, so that if his visitor turned out to be someone he didn't feel like dealing with, the "blow their head off" option was always there.
Once he'd seen that it was Michael, George closed his eyes and reached out with his senses, making sure it was actually Michael on the other side of the door. That confirmed, he unlocked the three locks and five deadbolts keeping the door closed.
"Sir," George said, stepping aside to invite Michael in.
Michael stepped into the apartment, but not without reaching out to pat George's shoulder as he walked past him. "Hello, George. I am very sorry to bother you. But I had to come. And excuse my lack of pleasantries, though I have a feeling you'll appreciate me getting straight to the point." He saw the shotgun in George's hands and he didn't blame George even a little.
"I come with a proposition, though I don't know if you're going to like it. Please understand I do not require you to say yes. If you refuse, I won't blame you. However...there is way to restore Patrick's soul to him. A very dangerous way."
George felt himself go numb, hearing a strange roaring noise in his ears like all the blood was rushing away from his head.
"You know a way to put Patrick's soul back," George growled, fury building "and you didn't bother to bring this up earlier?"
"George," Michael's tone was cautionary, "I am not sure it will work. And in order for us to even try, it will mean someone has to descend into Hell and fight their way through to where ever it is Patrick's soul is being kept. After that they would have to fight their way back out of Hell again and then we would have to shove the soul back into Patrick, who will not exactly be glad to have it back. And once we've accomplished that, your brother's soul and his body will join together again and the Patrick that once was will have to know everything his body has done while he was not in it. This is a terrible price to pay, but I fear if we don't at least try, more of us will follow."
It took George all of three seconds to consider it.
"I'll do it," he said, voice hard. "Just tell me what I need to do to get there, and I'll do it."
George was volunteering to go to Hell when there was no guarantee he would be able to get back out.
"George, you have to understand something. If you get in trouble there, I can't come to help you. I can't go to Hell. It's not allowed. You could get stuck-" Michael needed him to know. "You can't choose to do this without understanding the consequences.
"I know," George said, already turning away from Michael and heading into the hall closet. Holy water, he would need lots of holy water. "And I don't care. If it'll bring Patrick back and stop this...I don't care."
Sebastian would care. Sebastian would scream at him, probably. But George felt hope, stupid and dangerous, flaring in him for the first time in an eternity.
Michael nodded. "Alright, George. I know someone who can tell you the way. He will not be going with you, however. He is too afraid. The denizens of Hell will smell your soul. You will have to move fast. Once you have the soul, we will inform Patrick we agree to deal with him for David," Michael was trying to be careful about how he phrased that. Patrick had hidden parts of David's body all over the place and it was never nice to hear about your dismembered brother's body. "When he sees us, we will have to get his soul back into him.
George nodded, tucking knives and small swords into his pockets. He dug up his combat boots out of their spot in the bottom of the closet.
"Are Satan and Lucifer going to be a problem?"
Michael nodded. "If they're in Hell, yes. My source says Satan keeps Patrick's soul on his throne. Once you come back, if they follow, I will fight them off. I wish I could go with you."
George paused, turning to offer Michael a small smile.
"So do I, sir." He turned one of the knives over in his hands. "What should I do if I'm in a position to grab Agatha's soul too? And fuck, what about Gabriel?"
George almost hesitated at saying Gabriel's name.
Michael's breath hitched in his throat as George mentioned his brother's name. "Just do what you can," Michael responded quietly, his voice almost too low to hear. "If you can't I- I understand. Worry about Patrick's soul first."
If they could get Patrick back, he could help them get Saint David and Saint Peter back as well. Michael had a feeling if they went after Gabriel, they would want a stronger offense.