He kept his forehead on the ground and started to droop his wings lower, they didn't understand that he needed to do this.
He had to let go of the past and try to look on his future. His future that would have Gadrial in it, he needed her more than she knew.
The spirits gazed down on him, "You have to prove your loyalty, Voice of the Creator."
Hadn't he proved his loyalty over and over again, once as an angel of heaven, once as a neutral and now they want him to do it again for turning fallen.
He understood that there were rules and he had played it. This time he was tired of the fucking rules, he was asking them for one favour just to grant him passage to visit her mausoleum for one last time.
This time when Gadrial awakened he wouldn't set his foot back here again because there wouldn't be a need for it. "It can take years to prove my loyalty to you, I am just asking for one favour for when Gadrial awakens there won't be the next time."
The spirits snarled at him, "The rules are still the rules!"
Uriel bit back his snarl, "Was it also a rule to be an oathbreaker?"
He lifted his head and glared at them. Their gazes turned from him to each other, he saw that they were mumbling at each other.
So he had caught them in a little predicament, they thought that he wouldn't find out. Samael let it slip on how he got some of his information so they have broken that right, he didn't force him what he understood what he had said was that they just spilt the beans.
"What is the matter? The Creator cur out your tongues?"
He turned his head up to fully look upon them, he noticed that they are in forcing the gate one more time. 'Oh? So I got them scared.'
"We are not oath breakers."
He had them in the defence now, he only had to play them little by little in their own game. When had he become this person? Why did he become this outspoken?
Was it because he wasn't going to stand on the sidelines anymore? Was that the case? He grinned, he was loving the person he was becoming.
Wasn't he always like this? He couldn't remember who he used to be not after he turned his back on the heavenly forces. He remembered that he was always drawn back in a shell.
What had stopped him then? Was it because he was afraid of the power he had over the angels? Because his word became HIS law?
"You are oathbreakers, you who are supposed to be neutral gave away the secrets of a fellow Neutral Angel."
"We did no such thing!"
"You did! Why else would Samael came knocking my door?" Uriel stood up from the ground and picked up his hanging wings, he spread them wide.
In the days after he chose the side of the fallen his wings blackened by each passing day and the shimmer was darkening from red to crimson.
The spirits took a step back from the gate, "You know this would be an act of treason, Voice of the Creator."
Uriel was getting angry at them, "Do not speak to me about treason! You are contradicting of what you have done!"
A spirit at the back screamed, "You weren't a neutral then!"
Uriel smirked as the spirits turned to the one who screamed, "So that was your reason for betraying my secrets?"
He took a step towards the gates and felt the force field tickling him. "You told Samael everything you knew!"
The spirits took another step back, "We told him nothing!"
He was pushing against the force field, "You told him where to find me! You told him about me and Gadrial!"
A few of the spirits disappeared front he gates to some of the dismay of the others, they felt his power surge and they were frightened. "We did not-"
"You have! You told them who wasn't the key!"
"You have no proof, Uriel!"
He smirked at them, "No proof?" He slammed against the force field, "Your spells are weakening!"
He felt the force field shudder under his touch, their lies were inforcing it. "I can feel your lies!"
A few spirits were pushing more force in their barrier. "You will break the sacred rules, Uriel! Stop this now!"
Uriel took a step back as their anger burst through the barrier at him. "Rules are meant to be broken!"
He pushed again and the spirits barrier failed, Uriel smirked at them and they stood back in fear.
"What have you done?"
He took a step forward to the gates, "I am defending myself against you!" His wings had grown larger and the spirits cowered in fear at his wings.
"You are not fallen anymore..."
He cocked his head at them, 'I am not fallen anymore?' He licked his dry lips, "What do you mean?"
The spirits that fled came forward and rejoined the group at the gates, the gates opened before him.
The spirits started bowing in front of him, "You are Uriel the Angel of Death."
Angel of Death? What the fuck are they talking about? He was the voice of the Creator, how could there be a power switch?
"I am the voice of the Creator."
The spirits bowed lower with their heads touching the ground. "You became what you were always meant to become."
Uriel walked closer to the opened gates, "What?"
"You became the voice of the Dead, the Angel of Death."
Uriel blinked at their words. He was meant to become the Angel of Death? But he was created to be the law of the Creator.
"And with the Angel of War, you will be an unstoppable force."
Uriel kept walking and stopped in front of the bowed spirits. "Is that confirmation?"
The spirit that was in front of the group lifted his head, "She was always meant to be with you."
Uriel's knees almost gave out and his heart leapt, he waited for those words, to have been spoken out loud. "Gadrial, she was mine?"
"She was yours always, Uriel."
He knelt before the spirit so that he was eye level with him. "What was Lucian's role?"
The spirit gulped and Uriel thought that he would have to force it out of him. "He was meant to activate the cycle and initiate the war."
Uriel quirked an eyebrow, "So he was the guinea pig front he beginning?"
"Yes, he was just meant to fall."
"Then why Gadrial?"
"If she wasn't sent from heaven to earth, you wouldn't have been able to love her freely."
There was that word again, freely. So was this all part of the great circle?
"So why does she love, Lucian?"
"She doesn't, she only thinks that she does because of the faith that was dealt to her."
So it was what Lucian was feeling, it was out of duty and not love so would he be able to change her mind and make her say the words that he longed to hear from her lips again.
"So all of this was out of duty?"
"No, it was all orchestrated from the beginning, the creation of the archangels, the fall of Lucian and you who had to damn your, own lover to earth."
That was what he called irony, but who would play with their lives like this? Uriel parted his lips but the spirit interrupted. "You control the graveyards now, you are the commander of the dead."
He was what now? "Why haven't you told me any of this?"
"It was a path that you had to discover for yourself."
Such a diplomatic answer, "And what of the other neutral angels?"
"We keep no loyalty to them because you have wakened in your true form."
Uriel couldn't believe his luck, so that meant he would be able to get any information from the spirits now. They could be his little spies.
"And this little trick you did with the barrier?"
"It was a test, Angel of Death to see if you have truly come."
"So I am free to move?"
"The hallowed ground is all yours." Uriel got back to his feet, "Then I'll go visit her grave."
The spirits nodded and then lift their heads, "The voice for the Dead has finally come to be our saviour."
Uriel gave them a once over, their saviour? Not likely, he was in it for Gadrial and Gadrial only.
Nothing can stop him now not even Lucian. He walked past them to the mausoleum that he built for Gadrial's mortal souls.
He stopped in front of the doors, darkness has come and the flames lit up as if it welcomed him back.
He pushed the doors open, there were flames lit all over the tomb. He could feel her previous souls calling to him, he closed his eyes and welcomed their voices.
Why are they pulling on his soul strings? Are they remembering who he was? When he opened his eyes, he saw the essence of Gadrial he had saved on their last battle materialising in front of him.
"Gadrial-"
"Why are you here, Uriel?"
He inhaled a breath, "I came to let go of the past."
"The past? Or your past?"
"Our past and your past."
"I can feel my soul around here."
Uriel stretched his hand forward and she took a step back. "Are you going to reunite me with it?"
"I am, that is why I have come here. Do you want to be free of this place?"
She smiled at him, "Yes, I do."
"Then take my hand and I will reunite you with your other half."
She placed her hand in his outstretched hand and Uriel felt his palm burn. Gadrial's essence disappeared and what was left was a small tattoo of a sword on his palm.
"To our future, Gadrial."
Uriel was taken by surprise when her essence materialised in front of him, it never did that before and he could only feel it around the tomb.
He had always thought that she was too shy or too angry with him but it seems she was just scared to have been here all this time.
He smiled and turned to exit the mausoleum. He would be able to waken her without trouble, with a part of her essence Christine wouldn't survive the transition.