Heaven Will Not Fall
Azrael found himself ensnared in the enigma of memory loss, a veil obscuring his origins and history. The contours of his past had dissolved into an abyss of oblivion, leaving him with fragments of recollections pertaining to an unfamiliar realm. Amidst this disarray, one unwavering certainty remained: he bore a purpose that had propelled him to this enigmatic place.
Formidable Battle
Michael, still overwhelmed by the rush of emotions and memories, managed to find his voice, though it was laced with uncertainty and desperation.
"I was wrong... I was blind," he whispered, his words barely audible. "I see now. I see the truth."
Lucifer, infuriated by Michael's response, roared, "You fool! You're letting your emotions control you!"
But Michael, his eyes now filled with determination, stood up, the strength returning to his limbs. He wiped away his tears, his face hardening with resolve. "No, Lucifer. It's not my emotions controlling me. It's my heart... my conscience. I cannot deny the truth any longer."
"Don't tell me that you are already giving up?! You are being manipulated by your God, Michael! You already have Heaven in your hands and now you are giving up? Is this what angels are supposed to be doing? Very stupid!" Lucifer reacted