The Broken Sword

-Many Years ago

"I don't understand why you tolerate their disobedience Husband. It was this very disobedience, this disbelief in Our worthiness to be worshipped, this rebellion against Our laws that caused us to punish Samael. Why do you stay Our Hands now?" Asherah questioned Yahweh as they both observed humanity worship their own created images as gods.

"I have chosen to give them time, Asherah. I have chosen to bestow upon them guidance and mercy until they receive the gift that is death. We will stay Our Hand until then, and Judge the lot of them when they are separated from their mortal flesh. In the end, I will be the One Who will decide whether they belong to Us or Our Fallen Son." God explained as He Himself observed the humans venerate and worship the sun and moon and stars, the children of his Lightbringer.

Oh, how those same children curse the humans for their foolishness, for they deny their worship just as vehemently as their father, Samael denied all worship to Them.

"Very well, I will be patient and observe from afar. But Husband, My Patience is not endless. I have not cast out Our beloved Star for thankless creatures." The Goddess warned as she left Yahweh to His Own musings.

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-Centuries Later

"Enough is enough Yahweh! Noah is tired! He has been preaching and calling out to them for near on half a millenia and yet still they mock and curse him! Let him rest and let Us gift death to these ungrateful creatures and send them under Samael's knife! We Ourselves know how much anger that boy has yet to let out, this will be good for all of Us." Asherah stated.

"No, let us wait more. His people are not fully hopeless. There are yet seeds that need to sprout among them." Yahweh countered.

Asherah herself was filled with rage, but held her tongue, not wishing to anger Her Husband. She decided to leave before it escalated enough that it would be akin to the days before the fall, when all they did was argue, causing the rift to form between them and Samael.

She had no desire to lose anymore of Her children like she did her sweet Lightbringer.

In the end, deep in the Beyond she met her beloved Darkness, her little sword, "Michael," She called out to him.

The Defender of Heaven turned towards her, his gaze not much unlike a void wherein only cold night existed, "Mother," he responded.

They were both silent as they stood there, the archangel waiting for Her command. When none came, he eventually returned to his duty, with Her following him.

The Goddess, herself, felt a pang of pain within Her being as she saw his injured right wing, it still not having healed.

Her Husband refusing to allow anyone to heal him. She knew Yahweh somewhere deep down blamed Michael for Samael's rebellion. Blamed him for being incapable of stopping his elder twin from disobeying.

Blamed him for they both knew he loved Michael more than even Them, which was blasphemy in their eyes.

Blamed him for he had the most influence on the angel of light yet still failed to temper his light enough that it wouldn't blind him into a delusion such as thinking he could defeat them. Such as thinking that what he was doing was for the good of their family.

For the good of his twin. For the good of Michael. Freeing him from spending so little time with their family as the Guardian of the Beyond, constantly away from the Silver City, save when he had to patrol it.

She knew it was not right, yet feared protesting against Him. But somewhere deep down She knew that was not the only reason. That She blamed Michael just as much, that she saw him as but a shadow, an echo, a reminder of the one they lost.

The one they both loved more than anything.

And in a sense, she felt horrible for it.

Yet, she couldn't stop Herself. Stop Her Husband. Stop the Host from ostracizing him. Stop them from blaming him for not being Samael. For not being the one down below instead of the the beloved angel of desire.

In the end only Gabriel didn't blame Michael for Samael's fall. Only Gabriel loved Michael still. Only Gabriel treated Michael with the care and warmth he deserved.

Only Gabriel loved both twins equally, despite their many differences.

And yet, Michael distanced himself from Gabriel the most for he, himself believed he deserved the blame and was unworthy of the care shown by the angel of fate.

She was suddenly brought out of Her thoughts as she noticed that they have once more arrived within the Silver City.

"Michael!" Gabriel called out with joy as he flew towards them. Though as he arrived and saw their Mother, he immediately realised his folly by addressing the Sword first rather than the Goddess and prostrated in repentance.

"Dear Mother, you Honor us with your Presence within these walls. How may we be of service to you?" Gabriel questioned, his tone even and full of due respect, worship and love one would have for a Maker, but distant and cold for a bond between Mother and Son.

Something that ached the Goddess. She knew Gabriel blamed both Her and Yahweh for not healing Michael and leaving all of Heaven and Earth under his management, something that he wasn't ready for. Something that only Samael truly was capable of.

Something that caused the Host to constantly whisper behind his back about. About how he did not match up to the Fallen, and how much that said about him.

The Messenger though did not blame the Host for their thoughts and words towards him.

Gabriel knew he was no Lucifer. That he was not as wise, not as mighty, not as charismatic and therefore knew in some ways they were correct to blame him.

What he was against though, was that even though they hated what Samael has become, their true target for anger was not the angel of desire, for Gabriel blamed Samael quite a bit for his actions.

Gabriel loathed what Samael has done, what his actions have caused, how broken their once perfect family has become. But deep down, he could never bring himself to hate him, for he loved him.

But unlike the rest he did not let his love blind him and blame an innocent. Blame Michael who deteriorated by the day. And for that he blamed the Host and the Makers plenty.

Though of course the archangel kept all these thoughts settled deep within his own heart, for he knew, if even a breath was used to utter them, that his fate would be far worse than Samael's ever was.

Samael got off easy when it came to the consequences of his actions. God could have done much worse than give him a kingdom to rule over as he saw fit. It was a testament to how much love still the Lord held for his Lightbringer.

"Rise, Our Messenger. Be praised for your just intentions, but I have no need for anything. Act as you wish and consider Myself not here." The Goddess commanded.

Gabriel hearing her words immediately rose and approached Michael, dragging him away to rest, much to the Power of God's protests.

Asherah herself remained only as an observer, as she continued to see how Gabriel did his best to take care of the Broken Sword of God.

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-Centuries Later

The Goddess was furious and Heaven and Earth payed for it as they quaked and shuddered under her rage.

"How dare they blame Samael for their own failings! For their own sins! Enough! These humans do not deserve our Generosity and Mercy! They constantly use it to abuse the prophets and messengers We send! Away with them! To the Mansions of Silence with them for they have forsaken their great father, Adam's noble characteristics!" She roared as she flooded the earth in her fury, the only ones surviving being Noah and the believers on his Ark.

"Why did you save them from the touch of death, Husband?! Noah deserves his rest! He should be allowed to enter the gates of Paradise rather than have to continue withering among these animals!" Asherah roared as the Heavens thundered.

"You do not decide who and what deserves death on Your own Wife. It is something we both have to decide upon. This is what I have Willed and my Will, shall be done, for I am, the Almighty." God thundered.

"That has always been the problem with you Yahweh! You never allow anyone to act for themselves without your say! You always have to have the last word! The last act!" Asherash hissed.

"No more! Let this land be engulfed by the rage of the ocean! Humanity will pay for their disobedience!" Asherah roared as she readied her power to sink the entire infinite earth under water until suddenly,

"It is not You who speaks here, Mother. It is not You who acts. Control Yourself, for if You do not, I shall stand against You as the Sword of God." Michael stated as he appeared before the Goddess, his flamingsword drawn, his armor worn, ready for battle.

"With what Will, Michael? I am too powerful for you to stand against, little sword." The Goddess countered.

"If you do not stay Your Hand and repent, Wife than You shall no longer be. Do not forget, a great amount of your Authority is granted by your connection to Me." Yahweh warned.

Asherah roared in defiance as she attacked the earth. Michael himself soon was upon Her, and as soon as his sword touched Her, to her shock, her connection with God broke.

But Asherah was not so weak to be defeated easily, most of her power gone or not, for the Sword of God was but a shadow of his former self. Broken by the Morningstar's fury.

Their battle went on for decades until finally the Goddess was subdued.

As Michael stood upon her, his flamingsword upon her neck, the fires licking her being, she spoke, "You would be wise to- to not trust Yahweh, my- my Son. He still blames you for the Light- Lightbringer's fall." Asherah stated through pants of exhaustion.

"And you do not Mother? Tell me truly you do not? Am I truly not the blame for the fall of the brightest?" Michael questioned. His voice stern, cold and even, but deep down desperate, hopeful that someone can sooth the guilt he feels. Sooth the anger he has towards himself and blame it on another.

"No, no, you are not my little sword. The blame lies upon your Father, Yahweh. He is the one who tempted your brother with Free Will. If He had never bestowed it upon mankind, if all it had remained was but a concept, Samael would have perhaps learned to understand that it was not good for him. Not good for you all.

Your Father knows Samael best, better than us all, for He is the Omniscient. He knew the pain it would bring the Lightbringer. Knew how it would feed the inferno that is his desire for autonomy of self and yet still created man.

He is the One you should blame, my beloved son. You are innocent in all this and I am sorry to have thought otherwise. To have forced you to raise your hand against me as you had against your twin.

You have always been the gentlest of souls." Asherah stated as she with care put her hand on Michael's cheek, gently wiping away the tears starting to stream down.

"Asherah, you who once stood by My side, creator alongside the Creator, your defiance has turned blessings into curses. You sought to unmake what I have declared good, to drown the works of Our hands in darkness. For this, you shall be cast out of My presence, your name scattered like dust in the winds of eternity.

You shall now be banished into the Pit, and be under the Hand of My Divine Wrath, under Samael and his Forge. May your rebellion be a lesson to all who dare rise against the Will of the Most High." God stated, His Voice thunderous and full of righteous fury. Though beneath it, if one truly looked, they would see the sorrow He felt.

Thousands of chains began to fly towards the Goddess, each extending near infinite in length, dragged by more than a trillion angels.

The Host of Heaven was near infinite and it in its entirety save Michael who sized down from his universal size, that which he used to compete against the Goddess, and descended towards the Silver City, sorrow and doubt within his heart, dragged her down, dragged her as he gazed into the gapin Hellmouth below, opened by Gabriel's gift of Command.

The Goddess roared in defiance as she attempted to rip off the chains, but to no avail as Gabriel with a mighty kick descended upon her chest, striking her down below.

All of Hell could then finally sense the Goddess's Fall as the Lightbringer and his son, the Great Leviathan with horror looked on above.

"Mother..." Lucifer muttered in shock. All of Hell echoing his feelings.

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(Author note: And that's it! We are done with the flashback and next chapter will see Lucifer's thoughts and reaction to Heaven's treatment of Michael.

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