Wings and Tears: Part 15
All at once the room fell apart and there was no one to stop it. Some people screamed and fainted, others fell to their knees and prayed and still some ran to the doors, trying to escape what they were sure was God’s wrath to them. Millardo clasped onto Relena’s shoulder and she stared at the archangel in a quiet acceptance. Dorothy cried aloud.
“How’s that for an entrance?” Michael joked to the Spirit and Luc. Luc looked around himself, stunned. “Spirit…” Michael said under his breath.
“SILENCE!” the voice of the Spirit bounced off the walls and instantly the humans obeyed. They turned and looked at the dangerous trio, quiet spread across the room.
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The men that had been the boys that piloted the Gundams stared at the TV screen in shock, indeed, so did the rest of the Nation. Duo placed a hand on his son’s quivering shoulder as the cherub rapidly prayed under his breath.
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Michael looked around the room, the automatic cameras continued to record. Michael turned his head to Luc. “Please forgive me for this.”
Luc slowly nodded.
“Humans!” Michael turned around the room, looking at each leader, “This is my official declaration of war on you! On all of you! And for my first act…” He started walking to the podium, where the President had collapsed and started sobbing, “I shall kill your leaders.” The President looked past Michael, not focusing on anything in particular and started screaming. The scream was more of a howl. His old face sunk in and paled, he continued screaming until his body turned into a collapsing dust. Michael then turned to look at the opposing wall. The humans in the room were stunned and still under the Spirit’s command, they couldn’t even cry for help.
“Return to your seats and remain there,” the Spirit ordered and there was a rush as the people that had left their seats quickly returned. Michael looked to either side of room and slowly walked down the middle of the seats. He made the deaths of the other leaders less gruesome, their souls left their bodies peacefully and their bodies turned to dust. The screaming came when people realized they couldn’t move, the Spirit’s command made sure it. The people died as he walked by them. When Michael neared them both Relena and Lucrezia clung to Millardo. Relena closed her eyes and hid her face in her brother. She felt his breathing shallow. He held his breath in anticipation. They waited. And the screams died down.
Relena opened her eyes and looked around. Dorothy’s face was set and staring at the empty seats across them. Relena left her brother’s chest and looked around him. The only humans that remained alive, excluding Wufei, were herself, her brother, Dorothy and the rest of the Preventer unit. Une looked at Relena shocked. Sally was visibly shaken and crying. Lucrezia placed a hand on Sally’s shoulder and she winced.
“Are these the ones, Spirit?”
“Yes.”
Relena slowly looked to the angel. The blonde man, or boy rather, was clinging to him and Michael’s strong arms evolved him. Wufei, or ‘Spirit’, looked at the group remaining.
“Wufei? What’s going on?” Sally asked weakly.
The Spirit stepped closer to them, looking up indifferent, with his pure white eyes. “Michael has cast the souls of the leaders of humanity into Hell. We have helped. He has a theory, that sending that many strong souls to Heaven would magnify the glory of God, and this is a War over God’s action, not just humans. Michael thinks he can hide secrets from us, he is wrong.” He looked at Michael, and Michael looked back, his face hiding every ounce of shame he felt. Luc sobbed softly into Michael’s chest. “Part of us has refused to allow him to cast you six to Hell.” The Spirit’s eyes closed and when he opened them again the black pupils and coloring had returned. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more,” his voice was Wufei’s voice, not the echoic, disorienting voice of the Spirit. Then he himself drew the sword sheathed at his side and in one swift moment jumped to them and cut off all of their heads.
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Quatre
sobbed as Trowa held him. The TV screen showed Wufei return to his spot next to
the
“Shhh…” Michael soothed Luc. “You didn’t tell me you could do that little trick, Spirit.”
“You still have control of us, Michael, the ritual used made sure of that.”
“You sound bitter, Spirit.”
The Spirit simply looked at him, blood glistening on his face.
Then the cameras showed nothing up twisting white snow, they had finally stopped recording.
Heero flipped the TV off to hear Solo’s hurried prayers and Quatre’s cries.
“We have to leave,” Duo said, standing up.
“What?” Trowa asked.
“I wouldn’t trust any place near a major city.”
“Why?” Heero asked.
“The Barrier, it’s the next move Michael will make.” Solo stopped praying to explain and stood himself.
“All those people, massacred.” Quatre moaned. Trowa tightened his arms.
“Barrier?” Heero asked Solo.
“The Barrier of Hell.” Duo explained.
“You’re leaders were cast into Hell. Wufei said that was because Michael didn’t want to increase the Glory of God. But Hell is a domain of God. He is going to break it, and set free all of the evil and tortured souls.” Solo looked at them, “We have to get away from major cities. That many lives will attract the dead souls.”
Trowa carried Quatre into the garage. Quatre was still crying. Solo looked at the blonde. “I know, Quatre, I can feel it too.” Duo looked at his son, “Everywhere people are mourning…and panicking.” Solo explained to his father.
“All this pain.” Quatre said, clutching his hand to his heart.
“We should go for speed.” Duo said, looking over the cars.
Soon the five were in a slick red car, speeding to the safe house that Hanna had been taken to earlier that week.
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“Not here, not here,” Luc repeated over and over, clutching to Michael.
“It’s alright, Luc, it’s alright.”
Together they walked back into the jagged black palace. Michael then walked back out, to prove to Luc that he could leave. Luc left Michael’s arms, walked back into the castle and back out. He turned to Michael and smiled. Michael smiled back, and ignored the human souls in Hell. He turned to the Spirit, who had traveled to stand before the throne.
“Well?” Michael asked.
“We can do what you wish.” The blood still caked his Chinese skin.
“Good.” Michael tuned back to Luc, stepped to him and took the fallen angel’s pale face in his hands. “Do you want me to destroy this place, Luc? The Spirit can. I just have tell him to.”
Luc stared to cry and looked around the throne room. His eyes focused on the throne. Wretchedly, he nodded his head, “Please, Michael, please destroy this place. Destroy this prison.”
Michael turned to the Spirit, “Break God’s Barrier.”
The ground under their feet started to tremble.
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The car stopped just as the Sun started to set and Solo stared at the safe house in shock.
“Solo?” Duo asked.
Solo quickly left the car. He hunched to the ground and jumped to the roof.
“Solo!” Duo called, getting out of the car.
Solo appeared at the edge, he looked down at his father, “Dad!” he yelled, “This is the place! The place in my dream!”