Little did Ryan know exactly how important he was. Luckily Silvgan didn't seem to understand the importance of the young man either, just that Michael seemed to be fond of him. One of the demons tore the angel's shirt off and looked up at the angel holding Ryan. "No necklace." He said simply.<br/><br/>"Lucky day for me Michael. Catching you out here all on your own with some weak dirty blooded fool and not even Reake's protection on your person. Your desire to roll in the filth of the Earth and your arrogance will be your undoing. I am no traitor, you are the one who pushed to lay down your blade coward. It is about time this false peace come to and end and it starts with your death." He sneered.<br/><br/>"You can't kill me Silvgan, you don't have the power you filthy traitor! Even if you could... I'd laugh from the beyond as you fell from grace!" Michael shoots right back.<br/><br/>"Yes, yes, troublesome rules and all that. That's why you are going to be a good soldier, surrender the sword of judgement, and drink up." He says, he tosses a bottle at Michael's feet.<br/><br/>"Why the fuck would I do that!?" Though he has a feeling he knows the answer.<br/><br/>"You can do it or I can crush this filthy thing in my grip. You seem fond of him." He says cooly.<br/><br/>"Oh, so you can kill him after I've complied anyway?" The archangel fires back.<br/><br/>"I am a man of my word. Surrender the sword of judgement and drink and I will let this little piece of filth scurry away unharmed by me, or my associates, on the blood of our Father." Silvgan swears.<br/><br/>Michael stares hard at him for a moment but then nods. He gices a soft look toward Ryan. "Keep practicing, okay kid?" He says. Then he summons his sword and lays it on the ground. He takes the bottle and downs it in one go. A minute later he drops. His skin takes on a bluish hue and the flame color of his winds vanishes, leaving them a pale blue as well. The minions cheer and jeer.<br/><br/>"Move quickly now. Take him to hell and finish him off. We need to make it look like the demons killed an archangel. Do not give him time to recover you fools. Combined with the other part of our plan, the war will reignite without fail."<br/><br/>One of the higher level demons steps forward and his body shimmers. He suddenly looks just like Michael, and picks up the sword of judgement with a gloved hand. "I'll take care of the rest." He says, and disappears. The other demons grab Michael's body and drag it down to hell.<br/><br/>Once they are gone Silvgan tosses Ryan on the ground. "You best never return here dirt blooded filth or I will kill you." He says coldly. He and the other angels fly off toward heaven. Ryan had landed on his phone and crushed it, so it was useless now.