Pantheocide

Chapter Eighty Three

Michael’s Palace, Aukumea, Heaven. Six weeks later.

The problem with staging a coup is what does one do afterwards? After centuries of plotting and planning, not to mention the last three years of frantic activity, the work was over. Yahweh was gone, a new leadership was in power, the war with the humans was over and the Angelic Host had survived. More than survived, if the experience of the last few days was anything to go by, it would prosper under its new rulers. The problem was that the situation had left Michael-Lan nothing to do. How much of a problem that was had become obvious when, in the half-aware period between sleep and wakening, he had started to plot against himself.

The humans had made it worse for him. Aukumea might still be described as his palace but the truth was he was imprisoned here. Just as the rest of his inner circle were imprisoned on their estates. Only Leilah had anything like freedom of movement and Michael knew she was being very carefully watched. The truth was, and Michael knew it very well, that the humans hadn’t decided what to do with him. His position as a defeated General was well-established and his links to the more atrocious of his acts had all been carefully severed or buried. Mostly both. If the humans ever found the bottom of the lake by Yahweh’s Palace, they would discover things down there that Michael wanted kept secret. On the other hand, his credentials as a benefactor were well-established and carefully over-elaborated. He had saved humans from torment, well-regarded ones whose reputation back on Earth had survived and rubbed off on the Archangel who had saved them from the flames of Hell. He had treated all his humans well and they had reciprocated by speaking well of him when they had been interviewed. What would happen next was out of his control and Michael suspected the humans would be driven more by their own internal political dynamics than any wishes he might have.

There was a respectful knock on his door. Renepes-Lan-Sapreheac, the major-domo of Aukumea, entered and coughed politely. “Michael, there are two visitors to see you. Lemuel-Lan-Michael and Maion-Lan-Lemuel-Lan-Michael.”

Ah well, here we go. Michael sighed to himself. You knew this was coming. “please ask them to come right in.”

Michael sat down at his desk and pretended to be interested in a file that had been delivered to him. It was actually the bar receipts from The Montmartre Club and Michael was genuinely interested in the contents. More specifically, he was interested in how Leilah was skimming the take. He had no doubt she was, in fact he would be deeply disappointed in her if she wasn’t. The door opened and he looked up. Lemuel and Maion were entering. Michael dropped the file, reminding himself to go over it again later, and rose to his feet.

“Lemuel, old friend, you look well. You too, Maion, the humans have taken good care of you.”

It was true, Maion looked radiantly beautiful even by Angelic standards. She beamed and flared her wings outwards. “My wings are regrowing well, I should be able to fly soon. In a couple of weeks at most.” Her voice hardened slightly and she sounded confused. “And being off that terrible stuff has helped me a lot. The doctors on Earth told me all about it.”

“There is much we must speak about Michael.” Lemuel’s voice was also hard and there was no confusion evident in it at all.

“There is indeed. But first, Lemuel, I have news for you. There are vacancies in the ranks of the Chayot Ha Kodesh still unfilled. I am raising you to that status.”

“Can you do that?” Lemuel sounded shocked. This wasn’t going quite as he had imagined. He’d heard the stories of how Michael and his allies had fought Yahweh and had expected much the same to happen here. “Will the humans let you?”

“This is nothing to do with humans. When Yahweh died, I felt something change within me. As if something had left him and come to me. So, I raised Leilah-Lan to be Chayot Ha Kodesh. I thought it was a nominal move only, that she would remain Erelim. I was wrong, she has grown in size and power and truly is becoming Chayot Ha Kodesh. So the power to raise others has come to me, perhaps from those beyond the gates. Now, I will use it to raise you.”

There was a stifled gasp from Maion, one that ended in a barely-suppressed sob. Michale moved towards her and stretched out his hands. “What is the matter little one?”

“I am only Malakhim. I am not a fit mate for a Chayot Ha Kodesh.”

“Maion, did I not tell you that you are part of my clan now? And because of that, I would always look after you? Did you think I would cause you to be taken from your soul-mate after you have endured so much to be with him? Did I not tell you that a leader serves those he leads as much as they serve him? So to solve that insignificant little detail, I will raise you to the rank of Erelim. Your services to the Angelic Host deserve no less. He reached out his hands and placed them on Maion’s head. Once again, he felt power running through him and he saw Maion standing tall. Then, he turned and did the same for Lemuel. “Maion, why don’t you run down and show Doctor Gunn your new wings. He’ll be fascinated with them. Tell him everything. He’s still a doctor, he’ll want to know it all.”

Maion beamed and ran out of the door, eager to show off her new wings and status. Michael smiled fondly at her, then turned his attention back to Lemuel. “Feel different yet?”

“I don’t know… I…” Lemuel hesitated again. Now, he really was bewildered. “Why.”

“Why did I raise you up? Because I promised to, because you deserve it and because if we are going to end up having a fight, I wanted to give you a fair chance.” Michael didn’t even wince at the barefaced lie. He never had any intentions of fighting fairly.

“Fairly? You? You shit-steamed pile of vomit. How could you do it to me Michael? Get me hooked on drugs, make me betray everything I held holy. You were my friend.”

“I still am, the fact you are still alive proves that. It would have been much easier for me to have you killed. You and your little playmate.”

“Maion too. You hooked her on drugs, made her prostitute herself. She almost died because of you.”

“Nobody forced Maion to start using. She did that all by herself. Like most of the Angelic Host, she was bored and looking for new experiences to liven up her life. She was Malakhim, what did she have to look forward to? Her rank meant that, at best, she would be mate to a lowly angel and spend eternity washing his dishes. At worst she would end up in a temple making the same reverential dance every day. For all eternity Lemuel. Like those poor bastards in Yahweh’s choir. What has happened to them by the way?”

“Humans took them away. They were talking about something called