540: The Loss-II

The Loss-II

In meantime in Hell, Lucifer walked toward the corridors, making his way as if he owned this house when he had only came as a guest to the large castle of the King in Hell. The king himself had came back to his castle in Hell. His body was large and poised. Besides him was his soldiers who were covered in armor where only their eyes could be seen.1

Lucifer entered and in instance all eyes came to him. Lucifer had been away from his position for hundred years now but when the demons saw him, they rid forget their respect and bowed toward him.

"The trouble?" Lucifer questioned right after he entered. He made his way beside Satan with no fear. 

"An attack in our border," Satan answered tiredly. He was in no mood in speaking to Lucifer nor argue about him and would rather speak without beating the bush. 

"Oh? I didn't know that! That's must be why I am here now," Lucifer answered sarcastically. The demons beside Satan and Lucifer were both trembling in fear as they were afraid Satan would get angry over the sharp remarks that Lucifer often made. "Well who is attacking our kingdom then?"

"Michael," Satan's eyes narrowed in a great anger. The coldness of the room only increased as they all know how angry the King was for a person had disturbed the peace of his kingdom. "What did you do to provoke him? It is in Michael's blood to hate demons greatly but he knew killing indiscriminately will only brought them worse from hell."

"Don't look at me like that," Lucifer raised his hands as if it was to surrender. "I didn't do anything. Instead, why don't you go there and ask him yourself? Considering he is an Angel unlike us, he might have you the chance to speak."

"One of the days in the future I will rip your tongue," threatened the King who was ticked off by the words said thoughtlessly by Lucifer but the Duke instead of being as scared as others, looked back at Satan with a wide grin. His smile always had the charm to anger the person he talked with.

"You can try and we will see about this fragile bridge between your granddaughter and you. Have some of my advise, children like it when you are honest to them. Bring the truth, comfort, and protect them. That's what they needed. It's not wealth, power, or anything else," Lucifer raised his hand as if to tap Satan's shoulders but meeting the glare the man shrugged his shoulders. 

"You speak as if you have told your nephew about everything. Including the person who actually killed his mother," Satan spoke without looking at Lucifer who had seen himself to the door of the hall.

"My advise is not wrong, Satan. But we have to also remember that it is the adults' responsibility to take care of loose ends of problems that started because of us. We are to protect them and not to cause danger to wave toward them," as he spoke, his smile had fallen, covered with a serious expression that rarely came to his face. "And I am a selfish man who want to make the person who kill my sister pay for what they have done by my own hands. I'll be going to Michael before you."

In the gates of Hell which was built with black rocks that couldn't be destroyed by mere swords, the soldier of angels had flew over the gate, their face all had the hatred swirling on their eyes while staring at the gate of hell. The living lava that circled around the gates and below them, caused the lower part of the gates to flush with crimson.

Michael stood on the sky, his wings flapping back and forth in small movements while his bright golden eyes holding a severe anger. 

In a few seconds, came out a person with black wings. The angels were immediately alerted but one of the angel who was Uriel raised his hand to stop the soldiers from reacting. "Remember not to attack thoughtlessly," reminded Uriel.

"I know," answered Michael through clenched jaw. 

The angels expected the person to come to be Satan yet instead it was the annoying Lucifer who had stepped out of the gate. He counted the number of heads in the soldiers, suspecting the number to be over forty. 

"What have you came for, brothers?" Lucifer asked the archangels who flew in front of the gates with a smile on his lips that affected Michael more in his angry state. 

Lucifer didn't bother to look more into Michael's anger as the man had always been the temperamental person. It wouldn't be odd either for Michael to speak to him while pointing out his sword as that was what he had always done. But what makes today different was that not only Michael boiling in anger but all of the soldiers and the rest of the archangels who often took the gentle position in kingdom of Heaven had the grim look on their face as if they had came today to end Hell.

"Where. Is. He?!" Michael didn't beat around the bush when he had asked the question.

"Unfortunately God hadn't gave the opportunity for me to be able to read one's mind. Hence I don't seem to have the faintest idea of what and who you are talking about," Lucifer settled his hand on his chin.

"Don't act like a fool Lucifer," warned Michael. The expression on his face was dangerous as if another word from Lucifer would snap the last rational thread on his mind. "Many wouldn't be able to tell what you are planning to do but I know you. Don't you dare tell me you didn't have anything to do with this. Now tell me where is he?!" 

Lucifer didn't like his brother's blaming tone and his eyes looked down at his brother in anger, "Was I not being clear with my words when I demanded you to speak clearly? It seems to me Heaven treated the Archangels so well that you don't have to speak for anything to be immediately served on your feet but this is Hell. I won't obey you like all others."

"Is this your only option? To anger me?" Michael took a step forward on the air before the angel beside him pulled his hand. "Don't stop me Raphael," warned Michael to the angel who had stopped him.

"We should speak before judging anything," Raphael suggested with a calm voice even though his eyes held the same anger as the rest of the angels.

"Do you think he would answer my question with truth?" Michael asked back Raphael who sighed in response. For certain no one would ever trust Lucifer as words that came out from his mouth was always lies rather than breaths.

"It is better than being careless. Anger is a double edged weapon, brother," reminded Raphael who then came forward. "We are here to question you about our brother, Lucifer."

"Me?" Lucifer raised his eyebrows.

Raphael shook his head, "It is about Gabriel."

"Gabriel," Lucifer repeated with an understanding hum. "What about him then? Last news I heard he disappeared."

The angels didn't seem to like it that people from Hell knew the business of Heaven but then secrets between three realms move faster in Hell. 

"He did," Raphael sighed. "And we found.... we found his wings, it had been torn and left in the mortal world."

"What is happening in front of my kingdom, I understand it now," another voice came from behind Lucifer. Satan stepped out from the gate and flew with his wings. In a moment, he soared in front of Michael.

With his chin tipped, he stared at the angels who returned his gaze with enmity. "Because you found Gabriel's wings torn, you have came here to ask which one of us is responsible for killing Gabriel. I have to say, Heaven never change its miserable skill on searching for culprit. All you do is blindly pointing your fingers and suspecting them without any evidence. Is this an invitation to war Michael?"

pqdm.com