Take Back What Is Theirs

The Archangel Gabriel was sitting on his throne, staring at an illuminated map of the earth's realm, when Haniel entered the room.

"I assume you have good news for me?" demanded Gabriel, never once looking up. Lifting his hand, he rotated his wrist, shifting the globe in front of him at the same time.

Haniel stopped dead in his tracks, not sure what to tell his Lord and Master. "Things are progressing," he stated, nodding his head with every word. He wasn't lying. Things weren't becoming worse for their side… well, that's not true either.

Trying to choke back a long sigh, Haniel looked down at the clipboard in his hands. "The killer that you spoke to has now had 18 kills," he informed, his eyes speedily searching for some type of good news. "And the human law enforcement are nowhere near to finding him, let alone to stop his killing."

How on Earth Gabriel thought that just one serial killer lose in one city of only a few million people was going to affect countless billions, Haniel didn't know. But that was also why he was nothing more than a clerk.

And a low level one at that.

"Maybe if Mikael…" he started, only to be cut off by Gabriel again.

"Mikael is currently our inside man. We need him keeping an eye on the abomination more than we need him planning for a war."

Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Haniel subtly shifted the piece of paper, stating that Mikael was no longer a pure angle to the back of the pile, and cleared his throat again.

"According to the latest prophecy, something big should be happening on Earth in two weeks. Do you want to move at that time? Or wait until things settle down?" His pen hovering over the schedule in his hand, Haniel waited for whatever Gabriel decided to do next.

"What is this prophecy?" asked Gabriel, finally looking up from the map.

"I don't know, Sir. The seer only stated that something would shake the Earth's realm to its core. There will be death, destruction, and rebirth." That was the problem with seers. They were so vague when it came to the big picture, but they could tell you what a victim ate the morning they were attacked.

So inconsistent. So inconsiderate, seeing as they weren't the ones in Gabriel's throne room at the moment. Haniel was sure that if it was their neck on the line, delivering the news, they would have a lot more detail than what he was given.

"Do you know what the earth used to be like?" hummed Gabriel, his eyes going glazed as he looked off in the distance.

Haniel remained silent, even though he had memorized this next part. Dipping his head, his lips moved, copying Gabriel word for word. "Once upon a time, the earth was an absolute paradise, lived and ruled by angels. We were the most perfect of creatures, and never a day went by where it was not clear that we were at the top of all pyramids. The creatures, both big and small, those on land, in the air, and in the sea, bowed to us as we walked by, prostrating themselves at our feet."

"And then some monkey was a superiority complex, and an angel who went slumming changed everything," whispered Haniel as Gabriel bellowed out the sentence, his face twisting with rage.

"And do you know that that unholy union created, Haniel?" demanded Gabriel. However, before the other angel could respond, Gabriel continued his rant. "That unholy union created the first humans. Creatures that knew nothing but how to wallow in mud and sling their own feces. How on earth could a species so stupid be able to force us from our home?!? How?!?"

Gabriel jumped out of his throne and started pacing back and forth, his rage intensifying with every step he took. "And now our home, our world, has been overrun by savage primates and monsters, with us being forced to watch from afar as our paradise is turned into rubble."

Almost panting in his rage, Gabriel turned and focused his entire attention on Haniel. "Now is the time for us to rise, to rid the world of the very creatures that are destroying it. We will wipe every human, every monster, every demon, and every being who thinks they are a god off the face of the Earth."

"Okay," started Haniel, placing his pen against the paper in front of him. His hand was shaking so hard that he could barely hold it, but he was too scared to drop it at the same time. "I'll pencil our army in for the day after the catastrophe."

"Good," grunted Gabriel, strolling back to his throne like nothing had happened. "Also, please inform the Generals that I would like to speak to them. CC Mikael to the meeting. He should know what his role is for when we get to earth."

The abomination had killed an entire army of angels when he confronted her last. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. He would bring so many angels that their sheer number would drown the female under them.

He would take back the Earth for the angels if it was the last thing he did.

The disease of the human race must be crushed once and for all so that the embarrassment that the angels experienced all those millennia ago can finally be forgotten.

And, once the world was back under their control… then they could turn their sights to the Demon realm… and the last race left to oppose them could be wiped out of existence.

The angels were the first, and they would be the last, the true testament of their perfection.