“So because I didn’t want to be with you, you poisoned Dio and manipulated the other angels to join you to dethrone him?” Azazel said.
“I didn’t have to manipulate them,” Micha spat. “They were tired of his wars with you. They were ready for a new leader, and I was the one who volunteered.”
“Volunteered, my ass!” Uriel said and looked at the rest of the angels behind Micha. “When was the last time you fought against the angels of the lower realms? I was locked away for twenty years thinking I’d never see the light of day and even I knew the war had calmed. It was as if Azazel and Dio had drawn up a silent truce. Yet, you fuckers let this asshole convince you he is a better leader than Dio.”
“Why are you on Lord Dio’s side?” one of the angels asked; Uriel didn’t know their name but recognized the voice.
“The only side I’m on is mine and Azazel’s,” Uriel answered.
“Can we stop all this damn talking?” Azazel said. “I didn’t come here to negotiate.”
“Really? And why are you here?” Micha asked. “Don’t tell me you grew a conscience and came to save dear old dad?”
“Who gives a fuck about him? I’m here to kill you for what you did to my mate.”
No other words were said, and Azazel attacked Micha with a fireball, which he deflected easily. Not wanting to be left out, Uriel joined in and swung his sword, slashing at Micha’s gold breastplate.
Micha backed up and cackled, clapping like a loon. “How glorious. Two against one. I feel honored to have high-ranking angels see me as a worthy opponent.”
“Hey, babe,” Uriel said to Azazel, who was standing in front of him.
“Yeah.”
“You’ve done enough killing for one night. How about you let me have this one. Plus, someone needs to deal with the others.”
Azazel grunted and turned to Uriel. “Fine, I’m giving you ten minutes to kill this bastard.”
“Thanks, babe, but it won’t take me that long.” Uriel smiled.
“You two are so sickening.” Micha sneered.
Azazel ignored Micha and pressed his lips to Uriel’s. “Please cut out his tongue. I’m tired of hearing him talk.”
“I’ll do my best.” Uriel smiled.
Azazel stepped to the side and grinned like a Cheshire cat, holding out his arms. “All right, who wants to be first?”
Uriel turned away from his lover’s antics and looked at Micha. “It’s now an even fight.”
“You think you can take me down? When was the last time you held a sword?” Micha said.
“You know what?” Uriel said. “You’re right.” He threw his sword to the ground and got into a fighting position. “My dude, show me what you got.”
Micha, for his part, held on to his sword and rushed at Uriel and swung the blade at his head. Uriel ducked and punched the other man in his stomach hard, causing him to double over. Uriel grabbed Micha’s hand that was holding the sword and snapped his wrist, breaking the bones.
Micha grunted in pain and dropped his sword but countered quickly, punching Uriel in his right side. Uriel gritted his teeth, not letting the pain affect him, but didn’t let go of Micha and flipped him over onto his back. He grabbed the sword that he'd thrown to the side and was about to stab Micha in his chest but was thrown back by a hard hit to the chest.
Uriel’s back connected with the wall, causing him to drop the sword in his hand and sag against the wall. Uriel coughed up blood and held his chest, smiling as he raised his eyes to look at Micha. “My dude, I thought you were powerful. You need to do better than that if you want me to feel pain.”
Micha’s face contorted as he growled, and he rushed toward Uriel and punched him in the face, then in the stomach a few times. Uriel didn’t dodge the hits, and he had to admit they hurt, but not the way he suspected Micha was hoping. Micha’s breathing became labored, as if he’d been hauling bricks all day and had someone sitting on his chest.
Uriel was growing bored of being hit in the face and swatted Micha away as if he was a fly. “All right, that’s enough! You’re annoying me.”
“It’s hard enough to make you bleed,” Micha growled.
“Now I remember why I was never attracted to you.” Uriel pulled off the wall and healed his face as he walked slowly over to Micha, kicking him hard in his stomach causing him to drop to his knees. “You’re annoying.” He grabbed the man by his hair and pulled him to his feet then punched him three times in the nose. Micha struggled and tried to get away, but it only made things worse. “You say you love me, but what man has the person he cares about tortured nearly to the point of death?”
The anger that Uriel had been holding onto burst through him, and he grabbed Micha by the neck and flipped him over his shoulder. He fell to the floor and Uriel heard a snap. Uriel didn’t care what had been broken. Seeing a sword sitting off to the side, Uriel grabbed it and sat on top of Micha. The man had blood pooling in his mouth and Uriel didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.
