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Abaddon.
How did they find us?!
It was a spot of Light, barely larger than a basketball and low to the ground. The ball shimmered and glowed and sent soft gusts of wind in all directions. The ball of Light grew twice the size, three times, four times. When it collapsed, a person remained; a person showered in glittering motes of Light, a person with curly blond hair, a person only barely adult sized.
“There you are,” came an excited voice.
My heart surged, my eyes watered, and my wings drooped. “Micah…” I gasped.
Micah smiled at me. “Hello, Sarakiel. I’ve been looking for you.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Micah, how…” I said, then paused. “But how… I thought you…”
“You have a bunch of questions,” he said. “We’ll get to them.”
“You’re supposed to be dead, Micah. How are you here?”
“Sending Abaddon and you to Heaven left me incredibly weak, but, luckily, it didn’t kill me.” He arched his neck so he could look around me. “I see you found a friend while you were gone… or a few friends.”
Missolis hadn’t fled from the Light, instead, she was… weeping. It wasn’t just her, either. Etari—the muscle-bound demon who had just leapt back up onto the rooftop I was on—had fallen to his knees and was also rapt, tears streaming down his face.
I had never seen a demon cry.
I didn’t know they could.
“Cassiel…” said Micah, as he looked upon Missolis. He turned his head to look at Etari. “And you, Isophiel…” Micah smiled a weak smile. Were those their angelic names? There were other demons on the rooftop now, Micah glanced around at all of them. None of them had tried to escape his Light—instead, they had all started to cry in Micah’s presence.
“I have not seen any of you in so, so long,” said Micah.
“How do you know their names?” I asked.
He tapped the side of his nose. “A cherub never forgets their charges.”
Missolis began to walk up to Micah, undeterred by the intense Light behind him. Micah watched her carefully. I was fairly certain she wasn’t planning to attack him, but I could hardly blame him for being cautious—he knew them, so, he also knew what they had been thrown to the Pit for.
“I remember you,” Missolis said, slowly. “You were there when I was sentenced…”
“I was, and truthfully, I did not expect to see any of you again. It gladdens me to see that I was wrong.”
She shook her head. “Gladdens you? We were cast out of Heaven, you?—”
“I know,” he interrupted, “and I am sorry that I did not speak up for you then. I could not go against God’s wishes as I can now. Please know that I have never forgiven myself for failing you all.” He looked to me as he finished speaking, catching my eye but quickly lowering his gaze.
The other demons had begun to gather on the rooftop, attracted by the Light and commotion. Not all of them knew Micah, but those that did crowded around him, hoping to hear their old, forgotten names. None of them flinched or so much as hissed at the Light he commanded; I wondered if it was because he was a cherub, and not an angel—perhaps something about his energy, his resonance, affected them differently.
Maybe it was simply because cherubs were our guides up in Heaven. They were our keepers, our protectors, making sure us angels were safe and acted with grace. Micah had tried, albeit misguidedly, to keep me from going after Gadriel and rescuing her from her cell. He couldn’t have known what Medrion would do to me, or that he would go over Gods head to sentence me himself.
“I don’t understand how you’re here,” I said, once the demons allowed me through to him. “Not only how you’re alive, but how you’re here, here.”
“I’ve been listening out for you.”
“Listening?”
“In a sense. When Lucifer showed up with Abaddon in tow, we assumed the worst, but I knew if anyone was going to make it back it would be you. So, I waited and listened, and I made sure when the day came that I felt your essence touch Earth again, I would be ready for you. And here I am… well, kind of.”
“Wait, Abaddon didn’t tell you what happened?”
