<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 50%; line-height: 116%;"> [Collaboration: Gunther &amp; Isolde]</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour." 1 Peter 5:8<br/><br/><br/>"There are six things which the LORD hates, Yes, seven which are an abomination to Him: Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, And hands that shed innocent blood, A heart that devises wicked plans, Feet that run rapidly to evil, a false witness who utters lies, And one who spreads strife among brothers." --Proverbs 6:16-19</span><br/><br/>Rafael was surprised at the resourcefulness of the witch. He wanted to refer to her as young. It is cliche, but this witch was not young. If she were, he probably would not be paying as much attention to her. She was old. Almost as old as any of<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>, the Demons. Those who had<span style="font-style: italic">fallen</span>from grace. They had been angels many centuries ago, but chose a dark path and turned their backs on God. Now they pay for their insolence. Rafael, Michael and Gabriel considered sending them back to where they came from and they had committed that very task a few millennia ago, but now was not right. God restrained them from smiting the Demons and casting them into purgatory or into hell itself for good. God gave them permission to do that, but rescinded it when this new threat arose. What was Darcy up to?<br/><br/>Rafael found Isolde simply because he could track Darcy. He had been unable to track Mademoiselle Devereaux, but the more powerful witch, Darcy gave off an alarming signature; simple to track. Now it was time to have a word with her. There could be no doubt in her plan or God's intent.<br/><br/>Rafael returned to the Material plane, aparating into the room Darcy and her science experiment, resembling a Mary Shelley fictional character occupied. His light and his warmth filled the chamber as he stood before the scourge, nay plague of Germany. All those humans thought Adolf Hitler was the enemy. There was no doubt in Rafael's mind who the real enemy was. Hitler was just another<a class="postlink" href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel+28"><span style="font-style: italic">King of Tyre</span></a>.<br/><br/>"Witch!" Rafael pointed at Darcy, focusing his eyes upon her, while holding her demonic creation at bay. "I come to warn you! I come to inform you, that if you continue with your deviant plans, there will be no saving your soul! Think clearly about how you act! A penitent person, can be saved! You have time. Consider your next steps wisely! Heed my warning!" Rafael spoke in harsh commanding tones to the witch. He did not want to confuse his commands as suggestions. Her arrogance surpassed that of some of the more bellicose humans and demons.<br/><br/>Darcy startled and pressed her hand to her chest where that damnable pain throbbed again when the angel materialized in her private chamber. Her! Private! chamber. Her offspring, The One, turned to acknowledge his presence but did not react, at least visibly, that the witch could tell. She lay her hand on his arm, drawing him closer.<br/><br/>"Do You dare to preach to me of things to come and spew prophetic threats?" Darcy demanded, leaning back in her velvet chair as if she had not a care in the world.<br/><br/>"There is little that God can do to withstand magic. He created all things and thus created witchcraft and the powers that we possess. He intended that we, those with the power of magic, change the destiny of mankind. Why else would some of us be born and reborn for eternity? Some dabble with minor spells to help others," Darcy paused to snort derisively. " and some of us realize how we can control the direction of the future."<br/><br/>She rose suddenly, petting her wretched son." Sometimes ancient wisdom brings about the greatest power. I have found the way to birth The One, he who will grind out the need for good or evil. Religion has been the root of evil. Flawed men and helpless women have carved up peace and tranquility in the name of one god or another. My son, The One, is the answer. I have the answer and I will not be naysayed by drivel that limits the power which was born in me."<br/><br/>"Would you like to stay to tea?"<br/><br/>"Madame, yes, you were given a gift," Rafael was slightly heated by the witch's arrogance. "A gift you were supposed to cherish, not abuse. To suppose that your gift is more powerful than God? That you are more powerful than God? You, my lady are nothing shy of a heretic! You are the reason, religion gets a bad name. Religion for all its inherent flaws is flawed because man misinterprets God's intention. You my lady are a perfect example of why religion is flawed. Your power, however potent you may believe it is, is truly limited by God's omniscient design!" Rafael was just getting warmed up. "Heed my warning, witch. A threat, this is not. Listening to your demonic brethren; they will tell you tales of what my brothers and I have done to your companions. Tea? Oh, the audacity. I think not!" Rafael was annoyed by her invitation and ready to smite her now if he had to.<br/><br/>Now was not the time. Rafael returned to the ethereal plane. He needed to gain counsel from God before proceeding.