“So you are going straight to Tarfeil,” Michael looking at his nephew as they walked out the council. While not being allowed to venture down to hell right away; Enoch was hoping that Michael will provide news that helps give context to what he just said to the council and Jehovah himself. Beelzebub lives.
“Raphael’s healing temple,” Enoch nodding; "is a quiet place, so long as there are no outbursts.”
“Be careful,” Micahael pointing a finger at Enoch; “Raphael will not tolerate…”
“I will not raise a blade or fist in anger,” Enoch interrupting; “provided no one does so to me. But I will defend myself if necessary.”
Before Michael could respond; a dishevelled angel that Michael recognizes comes storming through. He was unable to warn Enoch and was nearly body checked; fortunately his wolftaur nephew was fast on his paws and managed to jump out of the way at the last second.
“Out of my way,” the irate angel barking; “the son of god arrives.”
“Asshole,” Enoch retorts; flipping the angel the bird. Clearly unimpressed as he smells the cheap bourbon reeking from his pores. The angel just stood there stunned as Michael chuckles; clearly grinning as Enoch turns around, raises his dove like wings and flies off.
“Taurs don’t fly,” Jove looking stunned.
“My nephew does,” Michael grinning as he flaps his wings and lifts off. Michael Morningstar watches as his nephew is already ahead of him heading to the healing temple.
‘Good,’ Michael thought as he watched Enoch land at the temple entrance; glad the wolftaur is at least taking Jehovah’s advice as Michael heads towards the gates of heaven.
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Michael never once set foot in Dionysus’s palace until today. While he did hear of the wild tales from other angels who have dabbled in Dionysus’s functions, he was never interested. Opting to be with Parthenope with every possible moment. So Michael was stunned to see as he stepped through the portal to see not only demons wounded as they sit, looking forlorn; Michael also spotted demon children.
“Welcome to the court of Dionysus,” a tired looking demon droning; “please note that this is neutral ground. Any issues you have with anyone, be they angel or demon is to be dealt with outside of Dionysus palace. Failure to abide by this and you will be forcefully expelled.”
“Cute,” Michael looking unimpressed; “tell Dionysus that by order of Jehovah, the king among kings, and lord of heaven, that Michael Morningstar is here to visit him.”
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Michael was soon escorted to a small parlor that was off of the main receiving chamber. He watched as a large slender and slightly androgynous angel entered. Sporting both a halo and rams horns; his deer like ears twitch as he smiles at the svelte looking angel before him. He stands on legs bent backwards like a goat and covered in reddish brown fur and ending cloven hooves; his simple attire not present, Michael is getting a good view of the angelic satyr’s member that looks slick with the juices of someone he recently got close with.
“You could of at least gotten dressed,” Michael looking unimpressed; "I’m here on official business of heaven.”
“So I was told,” Dionysus smiling; “but I was in mid rut when you arrived and I just had to finish.”
“I’ve heard rumors,” Michael glaring; “but if they involve children…”
“Stop,” Dionysus not liking where this is going; “the children are here at the request of Nocticula Morningstar. Is she not your niece?”
“Why are they here,” Michael questioning the angel.
“Because of the civil war in hell,” Dionysus responding; “surly Jehovah knows by now what is going on. Nergal has taken over and Lucifer is presumed missing or dead.”
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Michael looked at Metatron as he slept. Dionysus informed him that healers in the eighth circle came here a few hours ago to drop him off. Michael saw the nasty looking scar on the angel’s abdomen.
“Hecate did what she could,” Dionysus sipping his wine; “but it was a condemned human who stitched up the angel.”
“The condemned,” Michael looking at Dionysus quizzically; “Why would they help if they are being punished by the demons currently fighting amongst themselves.”
“The devil you know,” Dionysus grinning; “apparently Lamashtu made some impassioned speech that just about got everyone to side with her. Plus Nergal passed some extreme draconian laws ordering the death of just about every human born demon.”
“That is a stupid move,” Michael shaking his head; nodding as the healers from heaven arrived to collect Metatron. A few looking like they should stay to help out with large group of wounded.
“Will you ask Jehovah to help,” Dionysus looking at Michael; “I’ll understand if he can’t be actively involved, but we could use help with wounded. Food, medicine, blankets,” Dionysus adding.
“I’ll talk to him,” Michael sighing; “at least Metatron is going to be okay.”
“I don’t have the full story,” Dionysus escorting Michael with the attendants carrying Metatron on a gurney; “but I hear the human who patched him up also save this angel from being killed by a chaos shade.”
“I’ll definitely let Jehovah know about that,” Michael swearing; knowing full well that this will be the reason Enoch needs to head down to help.
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Raphael looked at the unconscious angel before him. his four golden wings sticking out of his back and a wicked looking scar on his abdomen; Metatron looked far worse than he really is.
“The stitching looks nice,” Michael admiring the work someone did to sew up a chaos wound; “for a demon.”
“It was done by a human,” Michael responding to Raphael; “said human saved Metatron from the same chaos shade that did this.”
“I would definitely like to meet this human,” Raphael ordering his attendants to carry Metatron in; “but I take it he is a condemned soul?”
“He is,” Michael not knowing the human’s name; “but Metatron will survive right?”
“He will be out of it for a day,” Raphael answering; “but he will pull through.”
“Good,” Michael pleased that he survived his first visit to Dionysus; “if my nephew is still here, I’d like to collect him. Take him to lunch.”
“Then you’ll be disappointed,” Raphael responding; “Enoch left a half hour ago; with those that were visiting Tarfeil.”
“He’s not in trouble is he,” Micahael looking concerned.
“I don’t think so,” Raphael answering as he helps change Metatron’s bandage; “but Tarfeil is with them and she looked find and not showing any distress, despite one of the angels wearing an inquisitorial robe.”
Michael pressed Raphael for a description of the angel. Finding out that he had blue wings and blue sapphire like eyes. Michael was also told that a Kitsune angel named Inari and a blue skinned angel with wave like wings and seaweed hair named Nami were all visiting Tarfeil before Enoch arrived.
“Normally I don’t allow that many visitors to a patient,” Raphael speaking; “but since Enoch shamed Kusheil yesterday, I figured why not.”
“And if Kusheil comes storming back in here,” Micahel looking at Raphael with concern.
”I’ll tell him that Tarfeil is not here and he is more than welcome to try and bully Enoch for her whereabouts,” Raphael grinning; “If they fight, it at least will not be here were I have patients to tend to. Go and report your finding to Jehovah,” Raphael urging Michael out of the healing temple; “your Nephew can take care of himself.”