CHAPTER THIRTY: A PLAN

Uriel's apartment in Avery City was a cozy sanctuary, hidden from the prying eyes of Lucifer's minions. The walls were a soft pink color, adorned with ancient artifacts and mysterious relics, reminders of Uriel's vast knowledge and experience. The air was thick with the scent of old books and simmering tea, a comforting aroma that soothed the senses.

In the heart of this sanctuary, Uriel and Caz huddled together, plotting their next move. "Hey Caz, I think I've got a way to figure out Lucifer's plan," Uriel announces, halting Caz who had been shoveling spaghetti into her mouth.

"How?" Caz asks, her eyes sparkling with interest.

"Remember Marveseus?" Uriel pauses, waiting for Caz's nod before continuing. "He's a notorious trickster, Metatron's twin. Lucifer deceived him too, and he was cast out. But he had a falling out with Lucifer when he realized the devil wanted all the power for himself. So, he left Hell and settled on Earth."

Caz's eyes light up with understanding. "I know a way to find him," she says, standing up abruptly.

Uriel looks at her in confusion. "Hey, where are you going? We need to discuss this further!"

Caz grins mischievously. "I'm going clubbing, don't stay up!" She heads out the door, leaving Uriel bewildered.

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Cariel's eyes locked onto the platinum-haired angel who had sneaked out of the Golden City to meet her. "What have you got for me?" she asked, her voice firm but eager.

The angel hesitated, glancing around cautiously before responding, "News and weapons."

Cariel's gaze intensified. "Okay?"

The angel took a deep breath. "Castiel's been declared a fallen angel. They think you're her, and they're setting up a panel to exterminate her."

Cariel's expression remained calm, but her eyes flashed with determination. "Great news. Now, where are the weapons?"

The angel pulled out two large swords and an axe, carefully hidden in his attire. Cariel's eyes widened as she recognized the Uq'ja, an axe once wielded by Lucifer himself.

"So pretty," she muttered, her voice barely audible. She hid the weapons in an invisible space, accessible only to her. "Is that all?" she inquired, knowing she had requested more.

The angel nodded. "I have a legion with me. They want change." He paused as more angels emerged from their hiding places. They were angels who had pleaded for forgiveness to El and had avoided being cast down when Lucifer was overthrown. Now, they offered their services to Cariel.

The angel gestured to the gathered angels. "Would you like to know their names?" he asked, as Cariel whistled in surprise.

She shook her head, her expression stern. "Not interested." She didn't need names to lead them into battle.

With a nod, she began issuing instructions, her voice clear and commanding. The angels listened intently, their eyes fixed on their new commander.

Cariel's mind raced with strategy and tactics, her focus solely on the upcoming battle. One thing was certain: when she next met her twin, she would end her once and for all.

The air was electric with tension as Cariel's legion prepared for the fight ahead, their loyalty and determination palpable. The stage was set for a legendary confrontation, one that would shape the fate of the angelic world forever.

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