The two archangels approached that mysterious place, the sealed and silent Door. There, the two creatures of light waited. After a long moment the ancient portal began to open. Hurriedly Michael sheathed his sword. This was the one place in all the universe he dare not show force, for just beyond the Door stood creatures that not even archangels dared challenge.
Michael was the first to catch sight of the mighty cherubim.
Both archangels trembled at the sight of these guardians of the Door. Ever
since the Great Tragedy these fierce beings had stood just outside the Door as
protectors of the entrance to the heavenly realm. And as if their presence
alone were not enough, before them whirled a sword of fire and wrath.
The creatures turned to face the archangels. The circling,
whirling sword slowed, the flame dimmed slightly.
The cherubim stepped back. The Door lay open and
unprotected. Michael moved onto the threshold of the Door, his eyes starting
straight ahead even a glimpse of the faces of these creatures of terror.
Having passed the cherubim, the two archangels surveyed the
scene that lay before them. They could barely make out the favoured planet. A
slight groan rose from within the depths of Michael's being. Truly, the skies
above the blue-green planet had been turned to brass.
“It was to be expected,” sighed Michael. “It has been so
long, and our enemy has not been idle. He has gained full control of the skies
above the earth.”
The Door began to move, then came to rest upon the brass
shield. Slowly and purposefully Michael unsheathed his mighty sword and stepped
out upon the cold barrier.
“Gabriel, as I advance, and advance I will, stand just
behind me until you see the green of earth come into view. The Door will follow
us. When I have made a way from our realm to earth, the prayers of his people will
once more rise unhindered to the ears of God. And you, Gabriel, will once more
announce the will of God upon the favoured planet.”
“Make haste, Michael,” replied Gabriel, “for there is one
prayer, above all others, that must get through.”
Michael moved farther out upon the floor of brass and with
all deliberation cried out, “Hear me, for I am Michael! Damned, doomed enemy. .
. come! Face me in battle!”
For a moment he stood motionless, his sword clasped in both
hands. Then, slowly, he raised the butt of his sword above his head and rammed
the blade hard into the brass.
Once again he raised the sword’s handle, and once again he
plunged its point into the hardened shield.
Under the bludgeoning of Michael’s powerful thrusts, the barrier
ripped open. Light shot through the darkness. From somewhere below, screams
pierced the air.
The creature who bore the name Michael had just declared a one-angel
war against all the powers of darkness!
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