Mael
"Did I not tell you? My feelings are irrelevant, destroying creatures of the dark is my duty. Unlike you, I do not have the free will to stop a direct order." The archangel smiled, albeit he did not seem like he was enjoying himself. It was regret, sadness, pity. He knew full well he was incomplete. He knew full well his memory was fragmented. And he knew full well how weak and pathetic he were. But he was still an archangel.
"...I was forced into a war I wanted nothing to do with, had to watch countless of my comrades die. We are forced into an eternal cycle of life and death, and even then we cannot be free. It is your fault, if only you creatures never existed.... then I...."
He would not fall. The only one who could make him fall was the morningstar. His brother, his passion, his sin. He clenched his hand on his face , his eyes felt like they'd pop. SHut up, shut up, shut up. Say no more you impertinent worm. DO not dare, do not dare-
ALERT: Personality parameters destabilized. Requesting permission for event termination.
No, no, no. He could not, must not, this creature could not exist in this world.
ALERT: Lynchpins destabilizing, memory anomalies growing to unassertable levels. Risk of self-destruction = 35%
He was Asmael. Brother of the Morningstar. He was no mere pigeon. Ridiculous, laughable!
ALERT: Appropriate inhibitions subdued, requesting seal strengthening.
A tear streamed down his left eye. Why did he cry? Why did the seagulls cry? The cicadas? The ciconia? The humans, the angels, the devils? Why was he crying? This must be joy.
ERROR CORRECTION STATUS: Success
He did not wish to kill.
He did not wish to dissappoint his father.
He did not wish for this war, this painful conflict that tore everything apart.
ALERT: Asmael don-
"Begone. You are not my enemy." He looked behind him and smiled at the dark angel. The demon.
He clapped his six wings, the winds roared, and the shock wave destroyed everything. When the dust cleared, the wake of the boom was nothing short of the destruction of the entire house. Now, the view was clear.
"Submit to justice, submit to God, submit to me!!!" "No. I don't want to hurt this creature. I don't want to hurt my friend." "Shut up, shut up! You impertinent buffoon! You third rate weakling! You dare share the letters of my name, but you cannot kill a single demon!? Drown in your sinfulness and die!" "Please...run." "Sinners! Begone!" "Aruna...sorry..." "Hah! Demons are fodder to Justice!" "Brother...help...me..."
Nowhere to run, when the wings didn't send hurling slashes of pressurized wind, the launched compressed feathers, and when they didn't the holy shards of energy rained down like razors.