(Not one of my best pieces of work but its late and it was kind rushed....)<br/><br/>“Sancte Michael Archangele,defende nos in proelio;contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur:tuque, Princeps militiae Caelestis,satanam aliosque spiritus malignos,qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,divina virtute in infernum detrude.<br/><br/>Saint Michael the Archangel,defend us in battle;be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray: and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits,who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. “  -The Prayer of Saint Michael the Arch Angel<br/><br/>As anyone who had ever been to a bar before knew how dirty and sweaty a place like that could get, they could fathom how just grimy and disgusting a bar in Tara was, with the 120 degree air that made the city like a Sana and the unlimited amount of debaucheries that took place in the city,you could just smell and taste the sin in the air all around the demonic stronghold of Tara, times that by how dirty a bar should be and you have what some people would consider to be a bio hazard on your hands. Yet Fallen Angels, Demons and tainted humans loved it, they reveled in their filth and decadence, embraced their uncleanliness. The certain bar being described was a pretty popular one, full of life that this time of the night and jam packed with filthy, sweaty bodies enjoying their sin together. Two figures  didn't stand out in anyway yet they both seemed to project a hidden aura of uncomfortableness and even a little discontent of the whole thing but the way to intoxicated and uncaring filth in the bar didn't pick up on anything but had they known that the two figures were really Angels who had infiltrated the city, they definitely would have paid attention.<br/><br/>Sitting in the corner off from the door in a somewhat shadowy corner of the room, a figure sat unmoving and quietly though his eyes were all over the place. Noticing Camael enter the bar and how she moved almost into the same somewhat distant corner, separating herself from all the sin, the figure remained unmoving and masked by the shadow. Darkness and shadows, they were in an abundance in Tara for they were the trade marks of the minions of hell. Completely unremarkable, the figure in the back of the room was garbed in the full body robes of the darkest black, the robes covered in demonic symbols of the order of the nine hells, once just considered a minor cult on earth that very quickly became the main religion of all tainted humans and a very predominant force in demonic earth. Hood drawn up over the figures head, the shadows completely masking the face and giving the ominous Anonymity that was tradition with higher ranking priests of the demented cult, no one questioned the man and many people just ignored or stayed out of the figures way because if you were a demon the figure was just a insignificant ass kiss and if you a human than they were your elite bosses and not someone you got in the way of.<br/><br/>An not drinken from goblet, an all black obsidian goblet with demonic faces etched into it, full of some sort of red liquid rested on the all blood red table,made of god knows what, was sitting in front of the figure as the robed figured remained watching the crowd until finally standing, his movements smooth and causing his long black robes to ripple and sway slightly as the he rose. The figure was tall, taller than the average human but not so tall that it caused anyone to ask any sort of questions as the robed figure walked smoothly past a waitress and then past where the disguised Camael was sitting, two finger slipping out of the long billowing sleeves of the robe to press softly against the disguised Angel's hand, his touch warm and almost exerting a sort comfort to it as it pressed against her scarred yet still perfectly soft skin. The contact lasted only a split second as the robed figure walked on past the disguised Camael but a split second was all that was needed to send a silent and personal telepathic right into Camael's head “subsisto tutus sanctimonialis quod teneo deus servo “   the words echoed through her mind for a fleeting second and just as quick as the message had faded, the hooded figure in the dark black robes was gone from the bar and blended in with the massive throng of pedestrian traffic walking down the haunted and twisting roads of the Demonic City of Tara.<br/><br/>In one of the many sectors of the massive city of demons,there was a massive execution and torture area. It was a place always full of screams, gore and suffering, it was the one of the main sources of entertainment for the demons, sort of what the gladiatorial arena was to the Romans. All sorts of unholy things happened in the pit but it was roughly sectioned off into two different sections: an area for executions and a place for torture. The side for torture was full of every device for torture you could imagine and sadly almost every one of them being used on some poor human or some masochistic demon. The other side of the Pit was a place for executions, a wide open almost stage that could be adapted for any sort of spectacle could take place right in front of the currently empty Royal section where only the most important demons watched and also in front of a massive area for people to gather and watch from the ground floor the executions. It was been wide spread that there was a special event today and already thousands of demons and tainted human's had gathered to watch, in one massive throng standing in front of the stage and looking up to watch and wait for all of the “good stuff”. The robed figure passed smoothly through the throng of people, pushing past most of them without a fuss as the figure moved closer and closer to the stage. Finally within 5 or 6 feet of the stage, the figure quickly looked over what was transpiring on the stage and just listened as the blood thirsty crowd seemed to all go silent when one important looking devil on the stage raised in clawed hand.<br/><br/>From the left side of the massive stage, in a massive flaming cage, two somewhat brutish looking demons opened the cage by throwing its massive flaming door out of the way and then with powerful hands,they grabbed a frightened human out of the cage and pulled him out onto the stage,the door to the cage slamming shut behind them. The human, a man of middle age, was covered in what would be considered tattered rags of earthen brown, he was skinny and looked pale, probably from Malnourishment and didn't try to fight the demons as they brought him to the center of the stage and held him there for everyone to see. The head demon, the sort of ringleader who had silenced the crowd walked over slowly and stepped right up in front of the man and looked him over with an intense look of contempt and then with a sweeping gesture of his arm, showed the man the crowd that responded with thunderous fanfare. Finally silencing the crowd, the ringleader looked at the man and in a very deep and gravelly voice, a very simple question “You sir are charged with being a Heretic and uncooperative with the members of the new religion, you are blinded and still believe in some false hope and a deceiver god.” The demon said matter of factly and after adding a dramatic pause, continued to the question “Since I am merciful, I offer you one last chance of redemption: denounce your god and savior, denounce your false messiah Jesus Christ and embrace the true power of Satan and you will live but refuse to do so and like your kind burned heretics who didn't believe, so to will you burn but it won't be quick, you will burn for hours until you are no more and when you finally die, you will not go to your heaven, you will be in the lake of fire below and then your real fun begins” The demon said with an slight laugh at his own words “ So, do you denounce your god?”<br/><br/>The man, held completely by the demon to each of his sides holding his arms,the man could barely stand on his own feet, his head down the entire time but when finally asked the question,the man lifted his head, his face was pale and his eyes were blood shot yet there was a look of almost defiance in the back of the man's hallow eyes as he looked to the demon in front of him. Sucking in a deep breath,the man looked at the massive throng of people at the edge of the stage and then back to the demon awaiting his answer and finally drew the courage to speak his words “I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken,Psalm 16:8”  the man quoted the bible perfectly and in an unshaken manner, defiant and unafraid as the ringleader demon's ugly face contorted from an arrogant grin to a quick look of shock before a twisted face of rage. Shaking his head slowly, the demon waved with one his clawed covered hands towards the massive array of the stakes that were posted on the far side of the stage, practically a forest of wooden stakes, half of them occupied with bound humans and many more to fill.<br/><br/>The demons to either side of the human pulled him back and away, dragging him away from the center of the stage as the ringleader of the demons turned back out to the crowd. Facing the awaiting mob and with a theatrical flourish of his hand called out to them “ Another to burn at the stake!!” the words echoing amongst the throng for a second before being met with a massive amount of ecstatic shouts and fanfare,the tainted humans and demons of Tara wanted more and more to burn for their amusement, they wanted more blood and they were going to get it but not in the manner they had expected.<br/><br/>In the massive throng,there was only one person not clapping and calling out for more to burn,it was the hooded man in the dark black robes. The shouts of the crowd continued as the two brutish demons were starting to tie the man to the stake when suddenly a powerful voice called out above the entire noise of the thousand or more strong mob, it was a crystal clear and echoed across the entire pit “STOP!” one simple word, in a tone so commanding that the two demon's tying the man to the stake stopped moving and looked over at the ring leader, not to mention the entire crowd went quiet in almost a stunned awe that a voice could be so loud that it could drown out all of the noise: within a split second, something that had never happened before happened, the entire pit went dead silent.<br/><br/>The ringleader demon,standing in the complete silence almost stunned finally looked out into the crowd to try and determine where the voice came from. The entire mob doing the same thing and becoming somewhat shifty, the ring leader stepped over to the edge of the stage and looked out amongst the throng of people, calling out to them in a powerful sounding voice that shattered the silence “ Who dares command such a thing of an executioner blessed Lord Lucifer himself!” the ringer leader shouted out as he scanned the silent throng “Come forward and show yourself” the Ringleader commanded with a shout as he continued to scan the still and silent crowd, waiting for someone to step forward.<br/><br/>“I do” the strong voice that had silenced the entire crowd broke the silence. The voice had come from the hooded figure in the dark black robes and as soon as the figure had spoken, the people around him had began to move away from either fear of the powerful voice or what wrath the ringleader demon would rain down on the man who stepped forward. As a large space became clear around him, the hooded figure looked up at the Ringleader who's ugly was face was twisted in rage and his burning red eyes were beating down on the man who was wearing the black robes of a high priest.<br/><br/>“and just who the fuck are you?” The ringleader said as he looked down at the figure in the dark black robes of a high priest of the cult, the demon considered him insignificant and just another worthless human, the blinding rage of being insulted by such a lowly being becoming more and more evident on his features though the wise demon held his rage in check for a second to determine just who he was dealing with, for if some reason someone more powerful than he was playing a joke on him, he would hate to strike someone who could kill him and send him back to hell.<br/><br/>“Who am I?” the hooded figure said as he stood in the center of a throng of people, the eyes of almost the entire city looking at the man who stood in the black robes,within a split second suddenly the robes went flying backwards as they came off the man and with lightning fast speed,  a pair of massive and majestic looking wings,the color of untouched snow, shot out of the man's back and spread completely up and out to intimidating wing span. As the collected mob got past their sort of the collective gasp, the man in the black robes was suddenly replaced with a visage they all knew of but many had never seen: a powerfully built and muscular man with perfect features, a classically handsome yet scarred face, fully adorned in golden battle armor.: a polished golden breast plate that was sculpted to the perfect definition of the angel's upper body from his defined chest to the solid abs, it was emblazoned with a crimson cross that ran down the center of the armor from the neck to the top of the abs.,Golden arm greeves covered his forearms and matched two golden shin greeves that covered from the bottom of the angel's knee cap to this top of his feet, the golden plate of the shin guards crafted to look like flames. Held aloft in his left hand high above his head for all to see was a large golden round shield much like a hoplite would be seen carrying, the shield was golden as well and bore the inscription "Quis ut Deus” in the center of it, the words illuminated with a holy white light the shone brightly for all to stare at in awe and was almost as bright as the light radiating from the angel's sword, the hilt of the weapon was crafted from the purest silver but not overly extravagant,the blade of the weapon surrounded by an inferno of bright white fire that burned stronger than any other flame around the entire demonic city.<br/><br/>“I am He Who Is Like God, The Commander of Heaven's Host, He Who Treads On Satan, The Angel of Death: I am Michael” The angel said in his crisp and powerful voice that carried over the entire pit  as he remained completely still,surrounded by a stunned and somewhat horrified throng of demons, fallen angels and tainted human's, all of which knew exactly who he was and all never expected him to be there. Many children shuddering in fear, Michael being the boogeyman to many a young demon or tainted human child, the initial shock held many in place but the ring leader of the demons, when finally over his own awe looked around in somewhat of a panic and a little bit of doubt,hoping that maybe someone really was playing a joke on him but the Ringleader finally figured out it was not a joke as a massive amount of pain overwhelmed him, so strong he had never felt anything like it before as he was split in two pieces and consumed in a burst of holy white light, Micheal's flaming sword having cut cleaning through the demon's midsection as the Archangel flew past the man in almost a blur, Micheal's majestic wings having propelled him up in forward faster than the somewhat disoriented demon could even follow, the Archangel well across the stage as the demon evaporated, dead and back in hell where he belonged.<br/><br/>His powerful wings beating as Michael moved as almost a golden blur across the stage towards where the forest of wooden stakes were, Micheal's flaming sword was held aloft in front of him and lead the way as the Arch Angel descended on the other two Demon's who were just two awe struck by the whole thing to even move, Micheal's flaming blade striking with the speed of a coiled snake, in a massive flaming arc as the blade hit the first demon in the left shoulder, the flaming blade cleaving through the demon's flesh like a hot knife through butter, leaving a bright white trail where the blade cut through the man's entire torso and down to his right hip,the screaming demon suddenly consumed in bright white flames, its horrid screams filling the air as Michael smoothly reversed the flow of his blade, his movements fluid like a rivers as the blade shot up and cut cleaning cut the demon's partner right in half, the blade hitting one side and smoothly exited out the other as the two pieces of the demon came apart from each other and thumped down onto the stage.<br/><br/>As the screams from the other demon finally stopped,the flames having finally consumed the demon,Michael smoothly swung around to meet another demon that had jumped down to attack him, raising his large golden shield up to defend against the attack, the demon's powerful two handed blade crashed against the golden shield held by Michael. Meeting force on force, Michael smoothly pushed forward off the ground, leading the way with his large shield and pushed back against the demon's blade,pushing the heavy weapon back towards the demon and the shift of momentum causing the demon to go off balance as Michael wasted no time, his shield swinging aside as his flaming sword snapped out, the blades point leading the way as within a split second the flaming blade was hilt deep in the demon, about  a foot of white hot flaming blade sticking out the demon's back as the blade ran completely through him,the demon shouted out in alarm as Michael just looked at him with a completely cold look in his razor sharp eyes, the demon suddenly combusting in bright white flames and becoming little more than ash that dispersed out onto the stage. Lowering his blade smoothly, the Archangel turned back towards the man on the stake and the other faithful that were bound to the massive and thick pieces of wood towards the end of the stage. There was suddenly mass panic and the mob was scattering every which way, the sight of so many demons killed so fast caused all the spineless to run in fear but despite his success so far, Michael knew he was run out of time because very very soon there would be hundreds if not thousand of actual warrior demons and maybe an arch demon or two, either way they would eventually overwhelm him.<br/><br/>As if almost on cue, a group of black armor clad demons came pushing through the scattering mob, trying to fight their way towards the stage where Michael stood. Looking from side to side quickly, Michael walked into the center of the rows of stakes, surrounded by all the bound faithful, Michael looked out at the demons as they clamored over each other to get on the stage first, brandishing whatever their weapon of choice was, Michael had a completely tranquil look on his handsome face as he suddenly began to glow bright with light. As the demons continued to charge forward to Michael, the Archangel was completely covered in light when suddenly there was a massive, blinding burst of pure white light that consumed the entire stage. The force of the explosion of light caused the earth beneath the stage to crack and split much like an earth quake , the stage to collapse in on itself, the white light burning out the retina of any tainted human who beheld its light and when the remains were finally examined,there was nothing left of any demon that was on the stage or any trace of Michael or any of the human faithful that had been on the stage before.