The ivory chapel filled with stained glass seems like a blur of kaleidoscopes to the angel who scurries through the corridor of the holy place with blinding speed to where the Archangel resides in deep thought. The armored angel is rapidly thinking about ways to explain the recent events that have conspired to his powerful lord in turn not to anger the terrifying calmness that resides in the beautiful face of his majesty.
"My lord, I have s-some urgent news to discuss with you, if you would allow me an audience", the angel speaks timidly through the vast doors that may as well separate himself from immediate death.
"Enter in and hurry if its urgent young one," Michael stated softly, his voice resonating within the copper chest plate of the lower classed soldier as he slowly made his way inside the throne room, filled with everything from historic relics from the holy war to the artwork Michael liked to collect for his personal collection. The high ceiling seemed nothing in comparison to the Archangel that stood from his throne, revealing his staggering height. The angel made his way kneeling to the marble floor beneath him, eyes closed and head bowed.
“Sire, I’m not sure how to explain this to you,” the soldier spoke dropping the weapon he held beside him to the ground.
“You can begin with telling me with your head raised,” Michael spoke with gentleness and the soldier did as he was asked. He raised his head, slowly making eye contact with his masters piercing gold eyes and prepossessing face. His skin was as white as the ivory walls surrounding them, long platinum hair cascaded down to his navel, his body was muscular yet slender, decorated with only the best armor the blacksmiths from eons ago constructed to fit only the one who earned the title of Archangel. As soon as both eyes met, the soldier felt his all-seeing gaze pierce through him with both warmth and sharpness demanding the truth of the events to roll off his tongue faster than he could have ever spoken. Michael fiercely then removed his gaze and contorted his face into one that ruined his perfect face.
“Summon the top three to the war room immediately and send word to them in secrecy, is that understood?” Demanded Michael.
“Yes sir, but what should I say?”
“That we have traitors in our mists that have attempted to steal the slumbering priestess in her temple.” Michael shot back.