"No, magnificent, let us continue." Eric puts his hands together and lifts his chin.
The trial progressed with multiple actions. From displaying the evidence to debating and then asking for order in the court, it was about to end in a few minutes.
However, unbeknownst to everyone's expectations. Their enemy is approaching their location to cause chaos and destroy the buildings and lives in Promised Land.
A young knight came barging in and— "Forgive my impudence, the demons have infiltrated! Thousands of casualties are seen and rising, they have taken control of multiple areas."
What a rude fellow, ahem. Helios immediately stood up and extended his arm, "Heavenly Virtues are stationed in front, healers provide support to the injured!"
The Heavenly Virtues left their positions in court and upon Helios' order, they went towards the battlefield as they summoned their armor and weapon from afar.
Thales and the others followed the Heavenly Virtues to retrieve any injured or dead on the battlefield.
"Michael, you are to command the knights. Everyone else, split up to either fight, defend or support! Your decision." Helios turned to Oliver who met his gaze and both nodded.
He summoned his sword and pointed it in the direction where most headed, "Do not allow the vermin to corrupt our paradise! Unsheath thy sword, swing it towards the demons, and bring glory to thy name!"
=[Michael's POV]=
Each step he takes enhanced his speed. His body became a blur to those behind and those he passed.
One step, his white helmet lined with gold and embellished with blue feathers landed on his head.
Two steps, his white breastplate attached with an ash grey cape got equipped onto his body.
In three steps, he finally equipped all of his armor and gripped the hilt of his sword tight like clenching his hand into a fist.
He abruptly stopped, and firmly stood at the cliff beyond the battleground with bodies of unnamed divine beings, sprays of fresh blood on every spot, and the disturbing cries of misery heard from every direction.
Welcome to the battlefield, Michael. This is where someone can die, regret or kill. The commandment prohibiting murder is not present here and will never be.
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'These demons have no restrictions whatsoever!' his nose wrinkled and his brows frowned from anger.
Michael saw the bodies of bystanders who were strolling around a park and then accidentally inhaled the disgusting scent of blood and sweat reeking from every nook and cranny.
And even witnessed shameless demons defiling female and male beings. The only action he could do is kill them and cover the bodies of the victims with a cloth.
'Where in heaven are they?' in a few steps, Michael saw the Heavenly Virtues and Capital Vices exchanging blows.
Although he acted like he was on a walk in a park, he was communicating with several people with telepathy. He searched the area and found his archnemesis.
"Ira! Are you interested in fighting two swordsmen?" he said playfully.
At a distance, Ira and the embodiment of patience— Demi, are fighting head-to-head. Wrath swung his sword like a beast yet he had no openings while Patience fought with her summon.
"If you won't give me an answer, I might as well—" Michael got cut off when he instinctively dodged a lost arrow from the west. He clears his throat and charges toward Ira.
— INNER COURT HALL
"You are the cataclysm who reigns during the three nights yet you're siding with these ungrateful beings..." a wounded demon soldier whispers under his breath.
"Why should I?" Pyrros looks at the kneeling demon, "Tell me. Why should I offer subordinate when I can be king?"
"You infuriating..! Cough, cough," he coughs out blood and his veins turned black. It looked like a jet-black spider web tattooed onto his skin. Below his eyes, cracks appeared.
"Emotions are what turns corruption fatal. Farewell, stranger."
Pyrros' palm became covered with fire and the demon was engulfed in flames before turning into ash.
"Pyrros!" yelled in a hurried tone.
He flinched. He rubbed his hands together to get rid of nonexistent ash on his palms then took one last glance at the pile of ashes before going in the direction of the voice, "I'm here!"
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"Were you surprised?" he curved his mouth into a sly smile, "I apologize for giving you trouble but isn't it amusing that your complexion turned pale when you heard my name?"
"I believe you are ignoring our peace treaty, demon," Helios maintained his stern expression with his calm tone.
"Oh really?" Abaddon chuckles.
He clenches his jaw as the Devil mocks him. Callista narrows her eyes before looking at the quiet Irene.
"My bad, my bad. Your damned peace treaty is nothing but a fraud with no value. My advisors presented this idea to lend some time for the plan to be fully prepared."
'He is careful with his words and provoking Helios, what exactly are you scheming?' she frowns while contemplating his possible actions.
Helios stood from his seat calmly, not in haste. He sneers, "What an excuse."
Abaddon responded with his glare with a sharper glare. He scoffs shortly then shrugs, "What a pain to my bottom... I greatly loathe someone who misunderstands my intention."
"Then why don't you leave if you're displeased with my face. Leave together with your immoral kind."
"Immoral kind..." his eye twitched. Helios didn't recognize the army he nurtured as actual soldiers but identified them as ordinary demons.
He slapped his face indirectly and it stings. His bloodshot eyes stared at him like a predator preying on powerless prey. Abaddon suddenly has a desire and it is to thrust his sword into Helios' abdomen and twist it until his guts leak.
Similar to how someone wants to kill the person he loathes the most and in the cruelest way possible to share a message not to cross him.
However, he can wait patiently since he is still alive, there are a lot of chances and methods to do it. Just wait very patiently or the plan is deemed to fail.
Yes, wait patiently... patiently.