Stepping into his personal armory Antonius stops and surveys the room, each piece a reminder of all he has been through. Many of them gifts of the Lord for his service, all pristine and shining new for that was the skill of the smiths of heaven. No matter the damage once they were done with it one would swear it had never seen combat but only display stands.<br/><br/>Speaking of stands one is empty, one of his many swords, Antonius stepped up and touched the stand remembering why it was no longer there… many decades ago perhaps even a century or two before Antonius ascended to Archangel, one of his missions had brought him together with a mortal who had placed upon himself an angelic charge. To find and kill all demons in the Earth, during one of the final bouts that would complete his task Antonius was overwhelmed and would have been slain had this mortal not intervened. At the time Antonius had appeared only human to the man so it was not an act to gain favor but an act to help a fellow human. In the end he had truly saved Antonius’s life. In honor of such a deed Antonius revealed himself to the man showing that he was not alone in his fight and that heaven still cared. He also gave him a blessed sword, it appeared common to human eyes but that was its nature, upon speaking a word of power the sword blazed with holy light banishing the darkness and making once powerful demons fall like wheat to the blade.<br/><br/>He should call on this man thought Antonius, as the mere presence of the holy blade extended the man’s life he should still be around. Moving back to view his armory again Antonius began selecting the armor and weapons he would bring to this new challenge. As he selects his armor and weapons his hand absently falls upon a case.<br/><br/>Infinitely simple in design but exquisitely beautiful at the same time, it appears to be wood but is pearl white the grain shimmers like gold each corner capped in mirror finished silver same as the hinges and clasp. This case was his most prized possession in his armory it also held what he considered his most powerful weapon. Lifting the case’s lid the deep midnight blue velvet that lined the inside leapt out in stark contrast to the white of the case, reaching out he pulled away the silk cloth of the same color revealing an ancient sword. Unlike many of the others who chose to move past the fall and destroy the memories of it Antonius did not. This was his sword during the battle of the fall, it still bore all the scars and stains of that battle. He reached out and traced a few of the scars with his finger remembering clearly the faces that made them…<br/><br/>A revelation hit him, the fallen there in the throne room was not just any fallen he was once a close brother in arms they had trained together, in the beginnings of the uprising that split heaven they fought together in their Great Lord’s name but something changed in him. He rejected the Lord’s grace, he had ambushed their squad killing all but him but the wound was great both physically and mentally.<br/><br/>He knew now exactly what armor and weapons he was taking. Soon his battalion would arrive and then the wrath of the Lord would descend.