Mahazel The Fallen

A week earlier….

Balim, The Shelter.

"Mahazael is dead" the second the words left the lips of Cullen, the temperature dropped and it could be felt by everyone in The Shelter.

A dark chuckle that could put fear even in the heart of even the most powerful Fallens echoed through the study. Cullen kept his head bowed, not able to look his master in the eye…the news was not one to be pleased about.

"I'm not in the mood for your jokes today Cullen and I don't appreciate these kind of jokes" Gael laughed dryly and waved a hand to dismiss Cullen but he didn't budge.

"It isn't a joke Gael" Cullen says his voice shaking as he fought back tears…it has been centuries since he shed a tear but he knew that once he was done delivering this news, he wouldn't be able to stop them from falling.

He raised his head to look at Gael, his eyes glistened. Gael's eyes widened seeing the seriousness on Cullen's face. He let out a shaky breath as his fists clenched and unclenched themselves.

"How…" Gael's voice shook, he took in a deep and tried to steady his voice "How is that even possible?"

He questioned, he refused to believe that she was dead…it could be anyone else but not her, guilt overwhelmed him as he remembered the last time he saw her, it choked him so much that he began to cough uncontrollably…he, a fallen…having a coughing fit.

"Gael…"

"I'm fine" he put his hand on his chest and took in a deep breath. "How did she die and how did you find out?" his face became blank and his voice turned cold…detached.

Cullen knew how much this news hurt him which was why he was not going to let out all of his anger and frustration on his master just yet.

"Maha was a fallen…she was killed with the only thing that could harm a fallen as strong as her"

"A weapon of Balim" Gael said under his breath, his emotions in disarray but he never shows his weakness in front of anyone…not even Maha…

A gasp left his lips as her face flitted through his mind and his hand instinctively clutched his chest as he felt a burning pain hit him…it was like a bucket of cold water splashed on his face as he came to the realization that Mahazael was dead…she really was gone.

"Which one was used?" Gael dared to ask even though all he wanted to do was go crazy and destroy everything in his path.

"Hers" Cullen forced the word through his lips knowing fully well what it would do but deep down Cullen knew he wanted his master to hurt, to hurt to the extent where he couldn't breathe

"The Irene…but now it is missing but I will send my children to find it and bring it back home so we can give Maha a proper burial"

"What do you mean a proper burial? Where is her body?" Gael asks, his voice raised as his heart pounded hard in his chest, in all the millenniums he had been on earth, never had he been this emotionally hurt or moved…he detested the feeling.

"I watched the footage my self, Damien got to her and I don't know how he did it but he rendered her immobile and used her own weapon against her" Cullen says, the anger evident in his voice remembering seeing the video and his regret of not getting there in time.

"He burned her to ash with his flames, there was nothing left when I got there…nothing" his words ended in a whisper…his heart heavier than it had ever been.

"Damien…" Gael said through gritted teeth as he mentioned the name of Lucifer's right hand.

"You shouldn't have pushed her away, you shouldn't have let her leave" Cullen said as he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, angry. Gael's fists clenched as he heard Cullen's words and the last words Mahazael said to him began to ring in his head and continued to haunt him.

"Find the Irene, and bring it to me" he said "And keep your emotions out of this Cullen. I might have created you and treated you as a friend but don't forget where you stand in this friendship of ours" his voice was cold, devoid of any emotion as he spoke; Cullen trembled under the sheer pressure of his aura. He nodded

"Of course, Master"

The sarcasm in his voice was obvious.

He was angry, Gael knew better than to call him out for it because he knew how close Cullen was to Mahazael and how much she meant to him, her words rang at the back of his head, her tear filled eyes etched into his memory. Gael felt his head pound and as soon as Cullen left the study, he swiped away everything on his desk with a frustrated growl, his eyes glowed bright green and his hands tightened into fists.

"You've pushed me away today and I can't forgive you this time, you think you're always right but today I promise you, when you finally accept your feelings and you need me by your side….it would be too late, you would be too late Azazel…."

Gael buried his face in his hands as his knees gave out and his body slumped to the floor, as his tears slipped through his fingers and hit the carpet, the weight of her words finally dawned on him…he needed her but she wasn't there…he was too late.

"I'm sorry, Maha. I'm so sorry"

Gael took a deep breath, tying to calm himself but soon his grief turned to anger and his anger turned to hatred. His brother had just crossed a line, he touched who he wasn't supposed to and he would get what was coming.

"If its war you want, you'll get it…brother"