This is my first 6 pages I wrote about for my new story, I dont know where it falls into place in the overall story, but yeah. Its of the battle between Michael and his angels and the 7 headed dragon(satan) and his angels (demons). Hope you enjoy it.
Heaven opened up, and in came a woman. She was clothed in bright garments. Shining like the sun in the sky. Her feet showed like the full moon on an autumn evening. Upon her head there was a crown of twelve stars glittering iridescently. Another came in to the Holy place. It was a dragon, red in color, with seven heads. It waited there, to consume the baby the woman was about to give birth to. When she did, is when it started.
“Angels of God, ready your weapons, this is a battle that must be fought”
Michael was the leader of my legion. He was an Arch Angel, that of the highest class. His breastplate was made of adamantite. He stood tall and above the rest of us, showing his position in the ranks. Our job was to defeat the dragon and his army of fallen angels. This was just the beginning of all the tremendous battles to come.
All around us were pillars of light holding up the structure in which we were located. The walls were made of pure gold, and the adornments that of silver. The drapes streamed down all around us, flowing majestically with every small gust of wind. There were statues in every corner of the room. Not that of any significant nature, but statues nonetheless. This was the place where God resides, in his temple, in the holy of holies.
“When the dragon enters this place, is when we launch our attack.” Michael commanded us.
“Satarel, I am excited for this fight. I heard there is a whole legion of fallen angels that came up along with the Dragon.” Micah whispered to me.
“I am ready, and I plan on giving it my all for our lord. That’s what I am here for, I will fight till the end on this side.” I hesitantly stated.
As I finished my sentence, the great and mighty dragon came rushing through the entrance to the temple. It’s seven heads all took on different positions, ready to defend and attack. Its hoards of angels came in behind, and from all other sides imaginable.
They were carrying weapons of all sorts; spears, swords, hand axes, pole arms, bows and arrows. I readied my rapier by my side, pulling it slightly from its sheath.
“Now is the time, attack angels of God!”
Now, I was not always a soldier. I use to be an attendant of God’s temple. You see I am a Seraphim I have 6 wings. Two of my wings come from my upper shoulders and flow down to cover my face. My next two come from my back, and flow to the sides to cover my body. The last two come from my lower back they hide my legs. There is significance behind my wings covering my whole body. The presence of God is too much for any living being to handle for to long. He has such divine radiance it would blind anyone if they looked at him for too long. We Seraphim protect our body and eyes with our wings, so we can be in the presence of God the whole time, praising him and bringing glory to his name.
I loved my job, but I had always felt a wanting to fight for my lord. So not a while back, maybe 1,200 years ago, I decided to ask if I could fight under Michael, the top angel. God understood me, and allowed me to go and fight for Michael. I am the only Seraphim in the whole legion. My type was not made for battle, but battle is what I wanted. I wanted to fight for my lord, to rend asunder those who live in the darkness.
“You ready for this Satarel? Hurry its time for us to show them what we are made of!” Micah shouted to me as he burst upwards in a spiraling motion. He quickly spun his spear slashing a fallen angels face, then engaged in combat with him.
I unsheathed my sword completely, then as quick as a gust of wind I twirled up into the sky after Micah. A fallen angel swooped down in front of me and then stopped. He stared at me, eye to eye. His hand shifted towards his sword and he quickly lunged his way at me. In a fruitful attempt I wrapped my wings around my body, and dodged his strike. With grace and might I bolted at him and skillfully slashed him with the edge of my blade. His wing was cut in half, and he quickly pummeled towards the ground below us.
“You wont best me in this duel” Micah shouted to his foe.
I turned and saw that his current adversary had struck down Micah. As he was flying back upwards to continue his match, I spotted another fallen angel following behind Micah. With haste I swept towards the fallen angel following Micah. He spotted me and flew faster towards Micah, positioned for a deathblow. Like a violent breeze I threw my sword, it flew through the air and stuck in the back of the fallen angels head right before he reached Micah. Moments after, Micah spun with his spear at his side, cutting through his enemy.
“Thanks for saving me Satarel, you’re my brother, I shall guard you also with my life.” Micah said while breathing heavily.
“Back to back, Micah my friend, we fight for one another. Do not stray far from me, and I shall not from you.” I reassured him.
Micah and I have been close comrades ever since I joined Michael’s ranks. I had met him when I started my fight training. I was the best in my class, next to Micah of course. We always envied each other, and that led to extreme competition on our parts. Fighting against him I had grown in strength many times over. After one night of battle, Micah and I had come to a stand still. There on the training ground, we started to laugh lightheartedly about the intensity at which we fought each other. Reaching out a hand to pick me up off of the ground, Micah smiled and said to me,
“Here friend, let me help you.”
After that night of proving ourselves to be equals in combat, we have fought side by side in every battle.
“Satarel, ready yourself! There are 3 more fallen ones coming for us.” Micah said in a hurry.
“Calm down my brother, shall we show them that this is a battle that can not be won?” I responded.
“Indeed, you ready for this?”
As soon as he said that, Micah flipped backwards and then lunged forward with his spear ahead of him. He was flying right towards the enemy closest to him. As I watched him fly off, another fallen angel appeared behind me. Without much time to react I wrapped myself in my wings once again, but this time I did not have time to move. His sword slashed me, but it did nothing but scratch the surface of my wings.
You see, since I spent most of my time in the presence of God, covering myself with my wings, they have become harder than most. They now act like a built in shield against enemy attacks. It is something most useful to me as a warrior angel.
After being struck by my enemy, I opened my wingspan, and then hastily closed the two top wings right between my foe’s head and shoulders. The quickness of the attack, and the hard edges of my wings, severed off his head, and it fell towards the ground.
Micah was upon his enemy now. They battled close to a wall on the east side of the temple. The fallen angel swung at Micah with his axe. Although because of the cumbersome nature of the enemy’s weapon, Micah was able to dodge quite easily. Micah hit the fallen angel with the blunt side of his spear, knocking him up against the wall. Then he stuck him to the wall with his spear, sending a curdling gulp from the fallen angels body. With anger towards that of evil, Micah spun around and hit the spear with his foot deeper into the fallen angel, then pulled it out, letting the enemy fall towards the ground, just like every other enemy ever to come up against Micah.
“May you fall towards hell, where you came from, and belong.” Micah spurted out as he looked down at the fallen angel.
“Micah you and your heroic lines, Did you ever think you could kill someone without saying something about it?” I shouted at him when I heard his remark.
“What fun is there in that?”
“Your right! I would be disheartened if you did not always have something to say, it’s humorous if nothing else” I laughed. “But now is not the time to keep talking, there is still a fallen one left”
The third and last fallen angel was a bit more skilled than the other two. He wielded two long swords, shining with crimson edges. His eyes burned with a flame of hate, and his wings were battered from past battles.
“You take the other side Micah, I will take him head on”
I quickly pulled my sword into position to attack. As soon as I did the fallen angel came to me and struck at me. I parried his attack with my blade and then struck at him. He also blocked my attack and then he flew up somersaulting down at me. Just before he hit me, Micah kicked him out of the way.
“Thank you my brother, now lets finish him”
With great speed Micah flung himself at the fallen angel. He tilted his spear and struck the arm of his adversary. The enemy dropped one of his swords, and turned to see me stab him from behind. He gasped and swung at me with his other sword. My wing quickly flew up and blocked his attempt. Micah quickly swung his spear around and slashed the fallen angels face. I then bolted around to the front of the target and jabbed my sword through his throat and up into his skull. I pulled out the sword and watched him fall to the ground below, again, like the rest before us.
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