Michael stood there and watched, listening to everything that had been said, knowing full and well what the extent of the blood Oath was of the days of olde, before history can recount and what was lost in translation. Despite what any human said or knew, it was he, the Third Angel, that knew the full extent of Judgment, and who was the one who was to Judge at the end with the Scales of Judgment. "Holy," he said, his eyes nearly wanting to tear, "Pure And Holy." It was like he, himself, would be free of his long-suffering, having finally found the one that was to complete the Oath and break him out of his submission to the Evil One. How long he'd waited for this day; the Day of the Lord, and the one who would rise to meet the occasion. Now he, with his Left Hand, would place it on that of Kairo Tensei's, grasping it firmly and securely, with both Love and Severity, knowing that this was indeed the One spoken of in the Scroll of the Oath.

Michael: You Are Just In These Judgments, O Holy One, You Who Are And Who Were; For They Have Shed The Blood Of Your Holy People And Your Prophets, And You Have Given Them Blood To Drink As They Deserve.

And the Altar of Angels all around responded, "Yes, Lord God Almighty, True And Just Are Your Judgments."

Michael, who was the Judge, always brought all directly to God. It was only when the time of the Coming came that he would submit to the Lord and his Judgment, as well as to the One that the Lord had chosen, who would prove himself through Michael. He smiled, tears finally rolling down his face, as he grabbed the Holy One in an embrace of both love and great emotion.

Michael: Brother. Our Brother.

In his emotion, he'd gotten beside himself, and yet, he was fully prepared for anything to come from that. All Michael cared about at this point was that it was finally over; finally coming to an end. And in that end, a new and better beginning... Like it was promised long ago, when the Evil One and his army had taken over the Earth and subsequently, the universes. The time of the end of their Rebellion was the time of the Rebellion against Evil itself, and that was the Rebellion that Michael truly sought.

Michael: Come!

Michael said, releasing Kairo Tensei from his embrace, suddenly summoning forth his Black Horse. In his hand would come the Balanced Scales of Judgment, of which he would use to Judge all, bearing both Black and White; Light and Dark, as was he, himself. The Black Horse that rode in under him would be his mount, and at that time, Michael would return to his form as a Giant, like he was in the Days of Origin, and so too would his Black Horse. He would become then the Black Horseman of Famine, who was now prepared to return Balance to the cosmos, as he had been forbidden from doing for so very long for the sake of mankind. As long as he'd been suffering, knowing what true Balance was, from being the closest servant of God, he was unable to act all this time, by God's command, and would instead have been told to hold his tongue and his hand. Yet, now, both were given him by the Chosen One, of whom was supposed to free Michael from his bindings, as he had done verily.

Each of the angels that belonged to Michael would congregate around him, and they would be off to deal with the imbalanced universe. There was a smile like the sun on his face, and the scales that were in his hands, though were askew, GREATLY askew, at that, would suddenly, and very slowly, begin to tip. With just his presence, Balance was already being restored. When the universe was back in its place, the Scales that were measuring it would also tip back into place, and in order to ensure that, Michael would ride out and off into the cosmos right behind his brothers to bring about the Holy Judgment of God Almighty. He thought this day would never come.

Michael: Long have I wept in sorrow beside my God. My tears have been boundless for the wickedness that had overcome this place. And though knowing I could do everything, I was told to submit; to stand idly by and do nothing. Long have I waited... And I thank thee, O Son Of Man, long spoken of, and long known in the Scriptures and in the Secret Oath, for having the courage to stand up and free not only we, the angels, and me, the Archangel... But also God, our Father, and Man, our Brothers. And even yourself, O Chosen One.

Saying his sentiments, Michael would allow the Chosen One to continue to open the rest of the Scroll and undo the seals, having already proven more than enough of his lineage. Though he was not done, this was proof enough, and from here on, there would be another angel that would take Michael's place in dealing with the remainder of the ceremonial rites.

Michael: FOR GOD AND HIS SON!!!

The Black Horsemen rode off, casting and bearing Judgment on the very cosmic bodies themselves. No matter how great nor how small, be it to Balance a Planet, a Universe or simply a minor dispute among Man, all would begin to come into Divine Balance, and the Imbalance that held Wickedness on high for so long, torturing all, would be brought to Good Measure once more, with the Plumb Line of Israel, that Golden Reed, and the Scales of Judgment as the measurements. It was true, now, that 'Israel Will Rise,' as it was written in the Oath, during the Fall. Michael would handle Balancing things now. For both God and the Son. From there, he would be allowed to continue on uninterrupted whilst the Angels did his bidding, as they were supposed to. He needn't worry about a single thing, henceforth.

Revelation 6:6 Then I Heard What Sounded Like A Voice Among The Four Living Creatures, Saying, "Two Pounds Of Wheat For A Day's Wages, And Six Pounds Of Barley For A Day's Wages, And Do Not Damage The Oil And The Wine!"

This voice belonged to none other than the Angel that would descend from on high, having hidden his Face until it was time for it to be revealed upon the breaking of the Third Seal. It would be the Angel of the Face of God; that which designated the Faces that were the Cherubim, and ruler of each Face;

Phanuel.

Though the Four Faces were the Four Living Creatures; Lion, Ox, Man and Eagle, Phanuel was the Face, itself, and that which stood at the Center of the Faces of God as the Face of God, itself. Where the Face of the Lion was to the North, the Face of the Ox to the West, the Face of the Man to the East and the Face of the Eagle to the South, the Face of God would be directly at the Center, watching over and waiting for the time of Michael's freedom.

Phanuel looked to be both man and woman, having no distinction between the two, androgynous in nature and harboring the faces of both, as well as of the Four Living Ones. This was the voice that commanded to the Black Horseman with the Balanced Scales on how to Balance and Measure the universe properly, and upon Phanuel's descent, Kairo Tensei would be allowed to see the Face of God.

Phanuel: I will be continuing on with the ceremony from here. Let the Four Living Ones do as they will do, and I will stand in place of Michael.

Phanuel grasped the Scroll that had the first three Seals broken, still in Kairo Tensei's hand, awaiting the next Seal to be broken.