Holy Palace of the Wise

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Still summoning vast power, Lord Seraphiel's body started to shake...rain fell violently, wind whirled stronger yet...as one looked at his palace, it seemed to warp in areas, like time and space itself was warping...Helsira at his side began to growl...the palace began to creak, like it was swaying in the wind...books flew off of shelves, things fell over, the intricate telescope toppled to the ground and broke into multiple peices. But Lord Seraphiel still did not stop, he had already passed a level of power that not even the lower seraphim could even imagine to attain...power only a Lord of angels could control, he still crept on, his aura warping more. He fealt no need to stop now. He wanted to summon as much power as he possibly could! Lighning swirlled around him now, but it did not phase him. Nothing could harm him, he knew that. Nothing mattered to him...he wanted to show heaven just how powerful the Council truely was...how strong the High Seraphim had truely become, to cast down any angel that thought about leaving for Lord Lucifer...but that was not the only reason he was summoning this power to himself...what he truely wished for was that Brother Lucifer would hear his beconing and come home...at least to visit...he wanted to be able to talk to his brother here....The Father would not care if he came, as long as no trouble started, and Lucifer would never start trouble with Seraphiel...Lord Seraphiel hoped that this display of ability would shake the fires of Hell and bring lucifer here....  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Looking over at his brother, Seraphiel immediatly walked up to him and embraced him, its been a long time my brother, he said with a friendly grin, I hope Hell has not treated you badly! How are you? Oh! I found your old diary! How ironic that it was hidden in a place that only a Seraphim could access, to be honest, the old seals you placed apon it took alot out of me... He pointed to the small diary on the desk, it was black. Twas amusing, you wrote it in the language of the ancients, such runes can only be read by the oldest of angels. How clever. To be honest, i was studiing it to try to find some way to get the upperhand on you in the upcoming battle...no such luck. Oh and i must apologize about my little display...still nowhere near my peak but it was rather amusing to scare the souls...but it is also the only way to get your attention at the moment. The Father has been watching me ever so closely, he knows i want to leave to visit...but i am not allowed to yet...not for now at least. Its ironic that he lets you enter freely for the High Council of the Seraphim meetings but will not let me leave yet... Oh well, what i summoned you for was to try to ask you once again to abandon this mad quest of yours for power and return to us!!!

 

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

He looked at his Fallen Brother Solunmly, My brother, how i agree with what you say. But war is never the answer. War just proves we are just as simple minded as man. Think about what you plan, it is futile. The display of power i just put on proves it! All the angels in heaven and hell could never imagine to match the true power of a seraphim, you could combine all of your armies strength and all of ours, it will still only reach a fraction of our abilities. You are the only fallen that can actualy pose a threat to the other Seraphim of the High Council! Now, realize, with that in mind, you are still outnumbered four to one. So you cannot defeat us in a battle of strength. Meaning you will have to use cunning. But we are equaly intelligent. Now, say you DO manage to defeat all of the seraphim, then you have to face The Father of All. Mind he is YOUR father as well as ours. His power makes the power of one of the High Seraphim look like a breeze in the wind!!! He can do ANYTHING! Its futile! I just wish you would come back to us! The humans are all but extinct anyways. They have either perished in out little skirmishes, fighting each other, or they have just moved ot another planet in which they will just kill. Father has no attachment to them anymore. I know your mind is set in the stone in which was carved out of malace, but please, listen to reason. Do you honestly want to fight your own kin? Your own brothers?

 

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Lord Seraphiel sat down behind his desk, he rested his head partialy in his hand. His elbows proped against the arms of the platinum armchair. He let out a sigh, the meeting did not go as well as he had initialy planned. He had never dreamed that Lucifer would return but he had hoped he would have stayed a little longer and discussed things of old once again. Perhaps Seraphiel would have to visit him some other time. He sat there and contemplated all that Lucifer had just said, then he spoke softly as if he hoped Lucifer would hear him, My dear Brother, there are secrets that even you do not know...secrets I have uncovered...ancient secrets...ones that Father meant to hide forever...do not mock my power...for it is equal to yours if not greater...you think you are the only one who has gathered power...but you are wrong...I will oppose you when the time comes...and I, not you, shall be victorious...for I alone wield Gods Hand, the blade of the ancients. I am the only one who still wields the original blade they were granted...you all threw yours into storage for some other weapon you thought was stronger...yes, even you Lucifer...but I...I kept mine...and I untapped its final secrets...the secrets The Creator tried to hide from us...never mock me... he still did not notice the young cherubim...or perhaps he just did not care...