'What the-'
As he tried to understand the information given to him, the angel made his move, but it was one he couldn't protect against.
Right before his eyes the angel dissappeared, he looked around trying to find him but there was no trace. Only when the air beside him became deathly cold did he realize there was nothing he could do to protect himself.
A large fist struck him hard, covering the entirety of his chest and abdomen. He was sent flying through one of the pillars behind him, even then he continued flying, only to be stopped be a large kick to the left side of his body. He was sent flying once more, this time crashing through several benches before hitting the wall of the chapel and falling into the rubble below.
"They told you not to fight the archangel, yet here we are. Yep, I deserve this."
He said to himself as he pulled himself up. Suddenly he felt a pressure above him, he knew instantly that if he didn't move now it would very well be the last time he'd be able to.
With only a split second left to react, he used all of his strength to push himself forward, narrowly missing the crushing blow that came from above. He quickly grabbed one of the swords from one of the bodies and threw it as hard as he could towards the angel.
The angel turned his body slightly, allowing the blade to pass, he then caught it before it could hit the wall behind him. He slowly knelt down placing the blade atop of one of his fallen brothers, then shot a look towards him.
"First murder and now defilement. Your ignorance knows no bounds."
"What!?! That's hardly defilement. All I did was throw a damn sword.!."
The angel dissappeared once more, he instinctively place his hands infront of his face, just in time for another strike to send him flying backwards. He could feel that his arms were on the verge of breaking from just that one strike, and his mouth was already filling with blood. That strike was far stronger than the ones before, and it made him realize that the angel was still holding back.
"A warrior's blade is sacred, and you've stained its reputation with your filth."
Michael spat out the blood as his rose to one knee.
"Harsh."
Opening his hand, the black knife began to manifest itself in it.
"[Don't move!]"
Giving his command he quickly threw the knife as hard as he could towards the face of the man, then trying his best he shifted his energy towards his legs using them to swiftly kick off the ground and appear right infront of him. But before he realized it, the angel's large hand had grabbed his face and slammed him into the ground.
As blood filled his mouth once more, he realized his powers didn't work on him, there was too big of a gap between the two. He wasn't sure by how much but it was enough for him to not be affected at all.
The angel, still holding onto his head, picked him up and tossed him aside sending him crashing into the alter.
"Believe me, I do not find joy in my actions towards you child but your punishment must be harsh, death simply would not do justice to the fallen that surround us."
Still lying on the ground, Michael spoke through gritted teeth.
"Gee thanks your holiness, that makes me feel so much better."
"Sarcasm will do you no good here."
Michael slowly began to rise to his feet. He manifested the black knife once more.
"Thanks, I didn't realize."
'What the hell am I even supposed to do. I can't run, he's too freaking fast and fighting is just asking for death. This is so unfair, I should've just listened to them, but nooo you just had to fuck around and find out.'
All it took was a single step for the angel to cross the entire room and appear right infront of him. He placed his finger onto Michael's chest and released his power into him.
"Confine."
In an instant Michael could feel his heart slow, and his body become deathly cold. Inside his body, ice began to spread from the point of contact of the angel's finger. It quickly took over everything within him until the only things left untouched were his heart and lungs.
His breathing was slow and excruciating. He couldn't move, and his vision had become completely useless. Not a single thought was coming from or into his brain, it was as if he had gone into a vegetative state, only being kept alive through shallow breathing.
"You have done well to survive this long, I commend you. But I see no use in keeping you alive any longer."
The angel removed his finger from his chest, leaving him frozen in place. He then walked away from him and stood in the middle of the room.
"Eclipse."
As he said this the world became deathly cold, and the moon outside turned deeply blue as a burning blaze began to emerge from it. The world fell into a deep slumber, the animals, the people, any that remained awake had fallen to its spell.
The burning blaze then started to emit from within the angel turning blue as it burned brightly. He raised his hands into a stance as if he were holding onto a sword, then he spoke once more.
"Black Ice."
The flames quickly condensed around him and flowed into his hands, forming into a blue sword. Then it froze becoming black in color, and a white frost began to surround it. It was a beautiful sight, with snowflakes falling freely from its cold black blade. The blade itself also had deep cracks within it that released small frosty chills from within.
As he stood there with the blade at the ready, his eyes turned blue and a incandescent halo began to form over his head.
As it formed, alarm bells were ringing in Michael's head, although he was unable to think let alone react, his body knew. His instincts kicked in one last time, while they had the chance. His energy slowly began to pump itself through his body trying to defrost it, starting with his brain. Finally when he was able to think again and realized what was happening, he did what he could to force it through the rest of his body. He had done so just in time to avoid the devastating blow that came his way.
Seeing him regain consciousness the angel almost smiled, but throwing that slight bit of satisfaction away, he swung his sword in the air cutting everything it his path including the air around it.
The moment he was free, Michael quickly plopped down onto the ground. A large wave quickly passed over him cutting everything in its path. In an instant the entirety of the upper half of the chapel disintegrated along with the trees and mountains behind it.
Michael breathed heavily as he looked up into the stars above, he maniacally laughed to himself at the thought of escaping death once more.
The angel looked at the destruction he had caused, in disappointment then he looked to Michael, whom was still breathing heavily on the ground.
"I will not miss again."
He raised his blade once more, allowing the cold to quickly condense around it. The moment the snowflakes began to fall he prepared to swing, but then, an odd feeling he couldn't quite explain filled the air. It felt familiar be he didn't know why, that was, until he looked towards Michael.
As he layed there with his eyes closed and a smile on his face, he knew this next strike would be the last. He was completely spent, he had never gone through so much in such a short amount of time. Three times he had nearly died since coming to this world, and three times he had escaped by the skin of his teeth.
As he layed there, preparing to breathe his last, a dark pulse released throughout his body like a heartbeat. The feeling was odd but it was welcoming. He couldn't explain why but it felt like home, so he closed his eyes and embraced it.
"I guess that's it then, and just in the nick of time."
The angels eyes widened as he realized what was happening, he quickly dismissed his sword and dashed towards him. But he was just out of reach, before he could grab hold of him, two black doors opened up underneath his weakened body.
"Time's up."
He was quickly tossed into a dark abyss. A weak smile crossed his face as he watched the angel dive in after him, only to stop before being consumed by the darkness himself. Michael reached out his hand towards the angel, teasing him, pretending to beg for help. But the angel scowled as he cursed at him.
"I'll remember your face. Your sins will not go unpunished mortal. I will find you. Even if I have to come down to that wretched world myself."
Then, everything faded to black.