Fan Fiction ❯ Tales Of Saddened Angels ❯ The Confrontation ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nyght Silverstream 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 113 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 113 | Status: Completed
Part One- Lucifer’s Fall
WARNING: Religious context.
Chapter 2-----
Michael(1) stared at the land below him. Like many angels, he was fascinated by Gaea. The place had a strange, compelling beauty with its bright, warming sun, its cool, gentle moon, its strange flora. The sun was his favorite, though: its brightness reminded him very often of the light of Jaeger.
His shaggy, dark brown-- practically almond-colored-- hair yet again got into his eyes. He did not pay the slightest attention to it, for he was long since used to it. There was nothing to keep him in Ralmuci, and besides, Jaeger had not asked for his presence; not yet, anyway.
Michael smiled as he saw Raphan flying his general direction. Not thinking the other’s fast flight odd at all considering the person involved, he rose into the air to go and meet his fellow angel.
“Nilai, Raphan!” he called, and he saw Raphan slow, joining him in a gentle glide across the land. “Nilai, Michael,” Raphan replied properly, his voice cracking halfway through, sounding rough and choppy, the flight of feathered wings mixed with something else, an almost buzzing quality.
“Are you well? Your voice does not sound quite like normal,” Michael commented casually. Now that he actually had time to think about it, Raphan did seem to be behaving rather oddly. His suspicion growing, he asked in his strong, commanding voice, “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
Raphan inwardly winced at the question. He had not needed to run into Michael, and just passing the second highest Arch-Angel by was not an option, unless Lucifer-- the highest Arch-Angel -- had been with him. He knew he would likely be in very deep trouble if he did not say something appropriate to get Michael to stop suspecting anything.
“Ralmuci. You know how I detest coming to this place. I had need to ask Lucifer something, and I could not find him there, so I came here, to Gaea,” he answered, starting to gain more of the feathery sound back to his voice. Lucifer would not be happy that he had told Michael that he was on Gaea, but it was much more reasonable to sacrifice his whereabouts than the real reason for his looking for Lucifer. After all, Lucifer was the only person besides Gabriel(2) who could best Michael in a fight.
Michael did not look convinced of what Raphan had said, but he allowed the other angel to leave, for which Raphan was grateful. His midnight red wings beat strong, sure, powerful beats against the wind. As he continued higher into the sky, he was surrounded in a soft red mist (almost too close to what the human’s blood resembled), then became translucent. Then, finally, he was gone altogether.
Michael watched Raphan leave, then headed in the direction the other angel had come from. If Lucifer was on Gaea, then Michael wanted to find him and speak with him, despite the dangers that carried. There was the resistance, and he had a pretty good idea who the leader might be. And if he was right . . . Then he had to tell Jaeger immediately.
Since he was an angel, with the ability to sense others of his kind by simply thinking about it, and was now fully concentrating on finding Lucifer, he felt the High Arch-Angel before he actually saw him looking over a plane. The sense of power and harmony, of unrestrained goodness, of heartrending beauty filled Michael’s very core as he looked upon Lucifer, and for a moment he hesitated in confronting the other angel. But then he gained back his confidence, flying and landing next to Lucifer, ready to speak to him about his beliefs.
“Nilai, lantia han, Lucifer, Lyrisal, Sternschoeneundmusiker,” Michael greeted, his voice airy, strong, powerful, courageous; yet for all these qualities it did not have the power of persuasion as Lucifer’s did, the ability to conform others to his beliefs by speaking. Michael held people by their trust and loyalty in the abilities he had shown; Lucifer held people by his convincing, teaching them and instilling in them love and loyalty beyond compare, not hoping they would not loose their faith in him because he knew that they would not.
Lucifer turned his beautifully terrible gaze to Michael. A small, secretive smile crept to his face, yet it did not reach his black opalline eyes, for Michael was not a welcome companion. “Nilai, lantia han, Michael, Lutura, Daruebermeistanderes,” he greeted, cold ice creeping into his voice, instilling dread, the words sliding and twisting against each other terribly. Lucifer saw Michael as a heavenly rival, though the other would never have a chance to beat him in anything. His names only added to the affect, Lutura meaning ‘one who leads with courage’ and Daruebermeistanderes meaning ‘one above the others.’ Yet, as with all angelic names, they rang with a truth impossible to describe.
Attempting to seem casual, Michael looked at the landscape around him. He tried not to pay attention to the dead, crushed bird corpse at Lucifer’s feet, the way it looked like someone had closed their fist on it, or the still damp blood on Lucifer’s palm. He mentioned none of it to Lucifer, fearing that it would give away his intentions, of what he was going to ask.
However, Lucifer had been studying the new concept of reading people by how they acted and reacted diligently, and was an expert on it. No one dared to do things unexpectedly or out of character because he could read so well into it, why they reacted as they did like a human reading a book, twisting it so that person would do anything he said to do, fearing he would reveal it to others. He had made many followers not only because of his smooth speech and leaving out of little details, but also because their awe at this ability, and his tying them almost forcibly to him by doing this.
By not commenting on the dead bird and blood on his hand, as would be expected, Lucifer was able to understand almost exactly what Michael wanted down to crossing ‘T‘s and dotting ‘I‘s. It was like a flash of lighting in the night revealing the terrain, the sudden wind revealing the long lost bones of dead and gone creatures under the sand. His small and cold and heartless smile grew slightly, becoming a smirk, something so very unbecoming upon his striking face.
Michael realized his mistake almost as soon as he made it. Subtlety was not his strongest virtue, and neither were quick, by-the-moment decisions. So he gave up on his original plan, going to another tactic, one he thought to win by.
“Lucifer, what do you know about the resistance?” Michael asked bluntly, trying to sound imposing, demanding. Lucifer’s lidded gaze told him he had done no such thing as to cow the greatest Arch-Angel, as well as one of the nine princes of the Seraphim, Cherubim, and Powers. Lucifer was also one of the four heavenly guards; the others were Raphan, Seir, and Siren. “Michael, Michael, Michael . . . You know I know so little about the resistance group. Why would I dare associate myself, the favorite of Jaeger, with such a group?” he asked innocently, and it was like being dragged into darkness, slowly giving up and agreeing with someone, believing even though it was known not to be true.
Michael found himself believing, found himself being inexplicitly drawn to what Lucifer was saying was true. After all, he was so beautiful, his voice so rich and succulent, so trust-worthy . . . How could he have ever thought otherwise? And did he truly want to believe his suspicions that Lucifer was the leader of the rebellion?
Lucifer watched, then began to speak again, knowing that Michael would never remember why he suspected him in the first place when he was through. “After all, why would anyone want to rule against Jaeger? He is so wonderful and awesome, why, the resistance doesn’t stand a chance. And I am such a devoted worshipper, I could never try and rise against him and his power. How could you ever think otherwise?” he continued, pulling, twisting, dragging Michael down in the belief of his words, his voice soothing and slippery, a snake in a barrel of butter.
Michael felt his mind become foggy, a heavy sea mist settling over it. His tongue loosened, forcing his reply. “It’s just you are so great, so powerful, able to convince so many to your way of thinking . . .” Michael found himself nodding in agreement to his own words.
Lucifer laughed, saying as he did so, “Sssslentiz, ok kkann beckst meerrqi ok wuernschen!(3)” He flew into the air, disappearing to the designated meeting place of those rebellious angels he had just convinced Michael he was not leader of in a brilliant flurry of colors. He had had his fun with Michael, and must commend Raphan on sending the second greatest Arch-Angel to him. By the time the Arch-Angel told Jaeger, they would have started their assailment on Ralmuci.
Michael stared at the air in front of him in shock, cursing himself for his stupidity.
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(1)- ‘One of courage’. Jeez.... You gotta have it to confront Lucifer!
(2)- ‘One of great strength’.
(3)- ‘You fool, I could make you mine if I wished.’ Okay, so I don’t know too much about getting Lucifer to sound all cool. It’s a work under progress, kay? If you’ve got suggestion on how to help with that, email me at dragoon89@email.msn.com with subj. : lucifer fall
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As always, comments, questions, and constructive criticism appreciated.
-Nyght
Copyright © by Nyght. Distribution of any kind, in whole or in part, without author’s written consent is unlawful and in direct violation of copyright laws.
WARNING: Religious context.
Chapter 2-----
Michael(1) stared at the land below him. Like many angels, he was fascinated by Gaea. The place had a strange, compelling beauty with its bright, warming sun, its cool, gentle moon, its strange flora. The sun was his favorite, though: its brightness reminded him very often of the light of Jaeger.
His shaggy, dark brown-- practically almond-colored-- hair yet again got into his eyes. He did not pay the slightest attention to it, for he was long since used to it. There was nothing to keep him in Ralmuci, and besides, Jaeger had not asked for his presence; not yet, anyway.
Michael smiled as he saw Raphan flying his general direction. Not thinking the other’s fast flight odd at all considering the person involved, he rose into the air to go and meet his fellow angel.
“Nilai, Raphan!” he called, and he saw Raphan slow, joining him in a gentle glide across the land. “Nilai, Michael,” Raphan replied properly, his voice cracking halfway through, sounding rough and choppy, the flight of feathered wings mixed with something else, an almost buzzing quality.
“Are you well? Your voice does not sound quite like normal,” Michael commented casually. Now that he actually had time to think about it, Raphan did seem to be behaving rather oddly. His suspicion growing, he asked in his strong, commanding voice, “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
Raphan inwardly winced at the question. He had not needed to run into Michael, and just passing the second highest Arch-Angel by was not an option, unless Lucifer-- the highest Arch-Angel -- had been with him. He knew he would likely be in very deep trouble if he did not say something appropriate to get Michael to stop suspecting anything.
“Ralmuci. You know how I detest coming to this place. I had need to ask Lucifer something, and I could not find him there, so I came here, to Gaea,” he answered, starting to gain more of the feathery sound back to his voice. Lucifer would not be happy that he had told Michael that he was on Gaea, but it was much more reasonable to sacrifice his whereabouts than the real reason for his looking for Lucifer. After all, Lucifer was the only person besides Gabriel(2) who could best Michael in a fight.
Michael did not look convinced of what Raphan had said, but he allowed the other angel to leave, for which Raphan was grateful. His midnight red wings beat strong, sure, powerful beats against the wind. As he continued higher into the sky, he was surrounded in a soft red mist (almost too close to what the human’s blood resembled), then became translucent. Then, finally, he was gone altogether.
Michael watched Raphan leave, then headed in the direction the other angel had come from. If Lucifer was on Gaea, then Michael wanted to find him and speak with him, despite the dangers that carried. There was the resistance, and he had a pretty good idea who the leader might be. And if he was right . . . Then he had to tell Jaeger immediately.
Since he was an angel, with the ability to sense others of his kind by simply thinking about it, and was now fully concentrating on finding Lucifer, he felt the High Arch-Angel before he actually saw him looking over a plane. The sense of power and harmony, of unrestrained goodness, of heartrending beauty filled Michael’s very core as he looked upon Lucifer, and for a moment he hesitated in confronting the other angel. But then he gained back his confidence, flying and landing next to Lucifer, ready to speak to him about his beliefs.
“Nilai, lantia han, Lucifer, Lyrisal, Sternschoeneundmusiker,” Michael greeted, his voice airy, strong, powerful, courageous; yet for all these qualities it did not have the power of persuasion as Lucifer’s did, the ability to conform others to his beliefs by speaking. Michael held people by their trust and loyalty in the abilities he had shown; Lucifer held people by his convincing, teaching them and instilling in them love and loyalty beyond compare, not hoping they would not loose their faith in him because he knew that they would not.
Lucifer turned his beautifully terrible gaze to Michael. A small, secretive smile crept to his face, yet it did not reach his black opalline eyes, for Michael was not a welcome companion. “Nilai, lantia han, Michael, Lutura, Daruebermeistanderes,” he greeted, cold ice creeping into his voice, instilling dread, the words sliding and twisting against each other terribly. Lucifer saw Michael as a heavenly rival, though the other would never have a chance to beat him in anything. His names only added to the affect, Lutura meaning ‘one who leads with courage’ and Daruebermeistanderes meaning ‘one above the others.’ Yet, as with all angelic names, they rang with a truth impossible to describe.
Attempting to seem casual, Michael looked at the landscape around him. He tried not to pay attention to the dead, crushed bird corpse at Lucifer’s feet, the way it looked like someone had closed their fist on it, or the still damp blood on Lucifer’s palm. He mentioned none of it to Lucifer, fearing that it would give away his intentions, of what he was going to ask.
However, Lucifer had been studying the new concept of reading people by how they acted and reacted diligently, and was an expert on it. No one dared to do things unexpectedly or out of character because he could read so well into it, why they reacted as they did like a human reading a book, twisting it so that person would do anything he said to do, fearing he would reveal it to others. He had made many followers not only because of his smooth speech and leaving out of little details, but also because their awe at this ability, and his tying them almost forcibly to him by doing this.
By not commenting on the dead bird and blood on his hand, as would be expected, Lucifer was able to understand almost exactly what Michael wanted down to crossing ‘T‘s and dotting ‘I‘s. It was like a flash of lighting in the night revealing the terrain, the sudden wind revealing the long lost bones of dead and gone creatures under the sand. His small and cold and heartless smile grew slightly, becoming a smirk, something so very unbecoming upon his striking face.
Michael realized his mistake almost as soon as he made it. Subtlety was not his strongest virtue, and neither were quick, by-the-moment decisions. So he gave up on his original plan, going to another tactic, one he thought to win by.
“Lucifer, what do you know about the resistance?” Michael asked bluntly, trying to sound imposing, demanding. Lucifer’s lidded gaze told him he had done no such thing as to cow the greatest Arch-Angel, as well as one of the nine princes of the Seraphim, Cherubim, and Powers. Lucifer was also one of the four heavenly guards; the others were Raphan, Seir, and Siren. “Michael, Michael, Michael . . . You know I know so little about the resistance group. Why would I dare associate myself, the favorite of Jaeger, with such a group?” he asked innocently, and it was like being dragged into darkness, slowly giving up and agreeing with someone, believing even though it was known not to be true.
Michael found himself believing, found himself being inexplicitly drawn to what Lucifer was saying was true. After all, he was so beautiful, his voice so rich and succulent, so trust-worthy . . . How could he have ever thought otherwise? And did he truly want to believe his suspicions that Lucifer was the leader of the rebellion?
Lucifer watched, then began to speak again, knowing that Michael would never remember why he suspected him in the first place when he was through. “After all, why would anyone want to rule against Jaeger? He is so wonderful and awesome, why, the resistance doesn’t stand a chance. And I am such a devoted worshipper, I could never try and rise against him and his power. How could you ever think otherwise?” he continued, pulling, twisting, dragging Michael down in the belief of his words, his voice soothing and slippery, a snake in a barrel of butter.
Michael felt his mind become foggy, a heavy sea mist settling over it. His tongue loosened, forcing his reply. “It’s just you are so great, so powerful, able to convince so many to your way of thinking . . .” Michael found himself nodding in agreement to his own words.
Lucifer laughed, saying as he did so, “Sssslentiz, ok kkann beckst meerrqi ok wuernschen!(3)” He flew into the air, disappearing to the designated meeting place of those rebellious angels he had just convinced Michael he was not leader of in a brilliant flurry of colors. He had had his fun with Michael, and must commend Raphan on sending the second greatest Arch-Angel to him. By the time the Arch-Angel told Jaeger, they would have started their assailment on Ralmuci.
Michael stared at the air in front of him in shock, cursing himself for his stupidity.
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(1)- ‘One of courage’. Jeez.... You gotta have it to confront Lucifer!
(2)- ‘One of great strength’.
(3)- ‘You fool, I could make you mine if I wished.’ Okay, so I don’t know too much about getting Lucifer to sound all cool. It’s a work under progress, kay? If you’ve got suggestion on how to help with that, email me at dragoon89@email.msn.com with subj. : lucifer fall
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As always, comments, questions, and constructive criticism appreciated.
-Nyght
Copyright © by Nyght. Distribution of any kind, in whole or in part, without author’s written consent is unlawful and in direct violation of copyright laws.