(No One's Pov)
There is guard angels standing along the wall of Heaven as archangel Michael walks past each one of them, only stopping once he reached a certain gap within the wall "I thought I ordered someone to fill in this gap" Michael turned to the closest guard angel standing by him "You did sir, but..." "But what?" Michael questioned the angel. "Your sister, archangel Remiel, requested for the gap to left as is" the guard answered "And she has authority over me?" "No, that would be archangel Amenadiel... he seconded the request" the guard told him, whilst hearing that, Michael balled up his right hand before continuing to walk yet not further along the wall, away from the wall... into the 'abandoned' broken city near by. Michael walked the empty lonely streets before reaching a small grey house. By the house's door was countless white roses piled up 'How many times must I tell them that he's not dead' Michael thought as he angrily signed... the roses are from most of the people who actually knew the angel, but they weren't his friends... the angel never had friends. The roses were just signs of pity, they held no love or memory or any emotion... just absolute pity for a mistake in which had taken place within Heaven. Michael looked at the busted doorknob and scratch marks on the frame of the door made from the blunt nails of the angel that was dragged out of the house by force... Michael turned away from the house as his own wings came out. Michael flew up into the air, away from the house and the broken city... he couldn't face this truth, not yet.
A little while later, it started to rain as Michael found himself at the Light Temple. He put his wings away before walking into the temple, being greeted by several priestesses as he made his way upstairs to the balcony. Michael noticed a young girl with warm pale skin dusted with light freckles as she was dressed in white, her long white hair with tiny braids in it, her beautiful gold eyes brightly shimmered even though the sun was hidden by clouds. The girl was sitting on the stone railing of the balcony, hugging her legs as she leaned against the column connecting the ceiling and the balcony's floor, watching the rain. "My dear sister..." Michael smiled as he walked over to the girl as she warmly smiled at him "Hi Michael" she greeted him "Why are you alone with the rain?" Michael asked, smile disappearing "It's peaceful and calming" the girl answered, looking back to the rain. "The sisters might be worried-" "I assure you that they are calm as well, they are more concerned about why an archangel had scheduled a meeting with the warrior sisters instead" the girl told Michael, glancing at him from the corner of her eye "Why have you summoned them?" she asked yet Michael just placed a hand on hers. "I assure you Mangle... my dear sister, nothing bad at all" Michael smiled a bit before leaving her.
7:00pm
Michael walked into the main chapel of the temple, walking down the aisle past the few rows of sisters standing. Michael soon stood before them "Sisters of the Light Temple, how we've all longed for the day of return of the Heavenly Light Spirit of our home" Michael stated "But yet I fear that day will never come as the location of our heavenly spirit has fallen into the hands of a corrupted angel now living in Hell" Michael stated, earning whispers of such news between the sisters. "And more horrid news, the angel is now in the hands of a torture demon, a Ripper at that" Michael told them, a couple of the sisters looked horrified- and one just fainted "If we ever want to know the whereabouts of our Light, we must first bring back the corrupted angel and relieve him of the darkness in which corrupts him". Michael could feel it, their fear of such chaotic corruption, the lies he told were working. "I call upon our temple's warrior sisters to help retrieve our forgotten angel from Hell and save him of the corruption and darkness that had taken him" Michael 'pleaded', a large number of the sisters placing their hands over their hearts, indicating which were the warriors volunteering for such mission. "My dear brave sisters, thank you all for your hearts, hope and bravery" Michael bowed his head to them, hiding the pleasing smirk on his face "We leave at tomorrow's sunset".
Once the sisters cleared out of the main chapel, the volunteered warrior sisters stayed, sorting out their own armour and weapons for tomorrow's departure. Mangle snuck into the main chapel, keeping her face down as she admired the armour and weaponry, she even stopped by a beautiful sword- "Oh no you don't" Michael whispered as he gently grabbed her by the arm and dragged her outside onto the lower balcony, out of eyes and ears of the warrior sisters. "What do you think you're doing?" Michael questioned Mangle, letting go of her arm "Volunteering my services for a good cause?" Mangle nervously smiled "You're really bad at lying" "I know" Mangle signed, looking at the ground "But I'm not a little kid anymore, I can look after myself" Mangle tried to reason yet Michael wouldn't budge. "Mangle, you're a creation angel-" "But I can be a warrior as well-" "How can you be a warrior if you've never even summoned your own weapon?" Michael snapped back, causing Mangle to flinch a bit yet also look back at the ground in shame. "You're my little sister, Mangle... I'm only trying to protect you" Michael told her as she slowly looked back up at him "You're a liar" she stated as the archangel's brows frowned "What-" "You lied to all the sisters about that fallen angel having the 'location' of the 'Heavenly Light Spirit'" she reminded him. "That was for good reason-" "You just want that poor angel brought back here so you don't have to feel guilty about him falling" Mangle interrupted Michael with the truth, a painful truth that he wanted no part of "You seriously think bringing him back by force is going to help?" Mangle questioned the archangel who was struggling a bit to keep his anger under control. "...you aren't going to Hell to save Gamer because you aren't an actual sister of the temple yet" he harshly told her "Agree to take the vows and I might reconsider" "No" Mangle answered, glaring up at Michael "Mangle-" "I will not take the vows, never" she walked back inside as Michael angrily signed.
Mangle walked through the main chapel, hearing the warrior sisters' whispers, feeling their disgusted stares before walking out into the hallway. A minute or two later, she found herself in the small part of the temple sectioned off as the quarters and rooms for the sisters to stay in, this section was underneath the actual temple itself with a small staircase leading down to it. Mangle walked into her room, closing the door behind herself before sitting down on her bed. She looked around the tiny bedroom; light grey concrete ceiling, walls made of bricks, a heavy dark oak and iron door as the only way in or out of the room, grey stone floors, a small wooden desk and chair, a metal framed bed and mattress, and set of drawers for her clothes that matches both the door, desk and chair... it basically seemed and felt like a prison cell. This is what every sister of the temple gets, yet Mangle's room however had slowly changed to her own liking... and of course this was her own stubborn doing. Cut-outs of magazines and newspapers stuck onto the walls, old small lightblub-fairylights she had made herself strung around the room, an old wooden glory box at the end of her bed that holds a few things that are dear to her and of course a rather large pile of books piled up on the desk that was borrowed from the Temple's library.
If you asked a sister of the temple, she'd tell you that Mangle basically runs on curiosity, that the angel looks for knowledge of things she isn't suppose to know and causes trouble time to time. The sisters refer to Mangle as the 'odd one out' yet also the 'favourite' of every archangel and Mother Zoraida, hence their slight jealousy whenever a higher-up arrives at the temple only to check up on Mangle. If you asked Mother Zoraida on the other hand, she'd tell you that Mangle's a searcher for the truth and hope, only looking at the light and good within everyone and that Mangle is rather a very special type of angel. The wise woman, the seer of the Light Temple, would tell you that Mangle is a representation of life, and that an angel like her needs to have her strong connections to everything within Heaven yet also the world outside... yet whenever Mother Zoraida tells Michael that, he immediately turns down the idea or suggestion. Truth is, Mangle Stitch is a free soul, a searcher and beacon of truth, and a strong creation angel under the Morning Wing of Heaven. Mangle is known to be strong enough to have almost the same powers and abilities as the current princess of the Morning Wing.
Mangle signed, getting off her bed and picking up the pile of books on her desk "Might as well return these to the library" she mumbled to herself as she held them in one arm and used the other to open the door of her room and started down the hallway towards the staircase.
Mangle knew herself how each archangel thinks and what actions they'd take depending on each situation, including Michael. Mangle knew he was a lair and brings out people's fears yet it never worked on her, but it seemed awful to tell when he was using his abilities, including on the sisters of the temple. 'He only uses his powers for his own personal gain' Mangle reminded herself everytime he does it 'He abuses his right and place as an archangel' her eyes and mind would tell her, yet she always turned back to her loving heart in the end which would successfully tell her 'He is your older brother, one you were gifted with when first born in Heaven, he only worries and keeps you safe, he writes his own good for the sake of Heaven' and unfortunately, Mangle would end up believing her heart more than anything else.
'For the sake of the Light Temple,' Mangle thought as she started her ascent up the staircase 'For the sake of Heaven and its people yet it is still your own personal gain, to undo what you have done to the poor angel you were tasked to raise' like writing her own personal letter to the archangel she called her brother. 'The angel who held strong light within him, the absolute hope he holds, a searcher of truth like me' Mangle's eyes glimmered in the dim candle light of the staircase, their beautiful gold scanning each brick that lined the walls 'He still has his strong light and hope, Michael... I only wish for you to see it too, for you to see that it grows stronger as he embraces his new home, one that will soon grow to accept him a million times more than you or any angel has before'.
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