It can’t be. Michael killed him.
The lights fade as Satan stops chanting and the quakes cease.
“Welcome back, Agares,” he says.
Rushing over to them, I see that it is in fact him. Though he looks a bit different now, his face is the same. “How is this possible?” I ask.
“When Michael killed Agares he didn’t use his sword, so I was able to not only resurrect him but do so in a Seraphim’s body, making him stronger in the process,” Satan explains.
“Lilith what’s going on, what happened?” Agares asks, as we pick him up, freeing him from the spikes.
“I will explain everything to you, but for now let’s revel in the fact that you’re back,” I answer.
“Lilith, use him and Abaddon to prepare your Knights, because the next time we march upon Heaven we will slaughter them all, and I will feed on Michael’s soul!” Satan shouts with a sadistic laugh as we all cheer.
Chapter 23
Michael places his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Evander, they are now at peace,” he reassures. Before moving my hand over her chest, then resting his on top of mine and chanting something in Enochian as Frida’s body begins to glow slightly and vanishes.
A vast emptiness fills me as tears stream down my face. Standing up, Michael walks back toward thedoors. “When you are ready, join me. I’m going to Division One to speak with Azrael,” he says just before taking flight.
Sitting there in the chamber for what feels like an eternity, I finally mutter, “Let’s go, Fenrir.”
“At least they are free now,”he replies with sadness in his voice.With a heavy heart we stand up and leave the room, tears still streaming down my face.
Once I arrive back at the training ground, I see Michael talking with Azrael and the rest of the Division. Wiping the tears from my face I join them and Michael notices me.
“Evander, you are going to rejoin Division One and with Azrael you will assist with training. I want you to train them the same way that I have trained you,” he says.
I’m a bit confused by this. “How can I accomplish that when we don’t have any more demons left in the pit?” I ask.
“There is no need, you are strong enough yourself to accomplish this. You will train them like we trained, I want both you and Azrael to push them almost to the point of death. And when everyone in the Division is at that point, you and Azrael will do the same to each other,” Michael commands.
Azrael and I look at each other like what the fuck is going on?
“I need everyone to become stronger than they ever thought possible and I believe that you are the only one who can help them accomplish this,” he says. Something catches his attention. “I must go, begin your training at once,” he commands once more, then takes flight.
Looking at the others and seeing the expressions on their faces as they mourn the loss of Frida, I’m filled with a newpurpose.
I’m going to make them so strong that this will never happen again.
With that the sorrow is pushed aside by this driving force and the fire inside me returns.
“Azrael!” I accidentally shout with determination. He looks at me quickly. “I will not let what occurred to Frida happen to anyone else while I breathe,” I say as everyone looks at me and I see the same fire in them.
“Let’s get started then,” he says, looking at the guys.
After about a weekof constantly almost killing everyone in the Division, like Michael demanded, I begin to notice small improvements. As I approach the training ground I see everyone is already there.
“Achilles, you’re first,” I shout as I shift, stepping into the ring. As soon as he breaks the threshold to the ring, I rush him as fast as I can and punch him in the chest with my right hand, shattering his ribs before he has time to react or even fall to the ground. I punch him in the head next, cracking his skull sending him across the arena, slamming into the ground.
“You’re stronger than this Achilles,” I shout as Perseus and Lucius rush me. Just as they reach me I move so fast it looks like I instantly disappeared and reappeared behind them, catching them by surprise.
“Lowering your guard will get you killed,” I remind, grabbing both of them by the back of the neck. I take flight, gripping them tight just before they pass out. I stop and hurl themto the ground once more. With a deafening thud they crater into the ground.
Looking down I see Achilles staggering to his feet, so I dive at him. He quickly shifts and almost dodges my attack, but I catch his arm with my claws, cutting deep into his upper right arm.
“You’re getting faster, but still not fast enough,” I shout as I lunge, slashing at him as he attempts to dodge my attacks. I catch him on the side of the face and then across his stomach and he falls to his knees.
