Keil’n stood in the dark ally thinking,
“A strange feeling, it is, to lift my arm,”
His arm rose,
“without being commanded.”
He watched, amazed by what he was doing.
As he watched his long pale-white arm rise up,
“This must be what Beelzebub once felt,
it is no wonder that he went insane.
It is strange, to have a will of one’s own.
Amazing and yet strange.”
He dropped his arm.
For all his existence Keil’n had been an angel, first serving under God and then Satan. He had never taken a step that was not commanded. He had not understood when Beelzebub had tried to explain the sensation of moving under one’s own willpower. Now that he had a will of his own, Keil’n understood why Beelzebub had gone crazy with power. The immense sense of omnipotence that one gets, after being a hand puppet for eternity and then suddenly receiving the power of will, is overwhelming.
“Well, I must not dwell, there are things to do
I wish I knew just what it is they are.”
He stretched his great white, feathery, wings behind him and prepared to fly, to anywhere, it did not matter. He just needed to begin his quest. Then a sudden wind picked up and he heard the air in front of him rumble. He knew the sound all to well. Suddenly standing before him was a short man, with wide wings to match his own. The man was dressed in a white robe similar to Keil’n’s. It was Galmoth, the one who had been his second in command during his service to Satan.
The two, past, comrades stood, in that damp ally, for a number of heavy loud heartbeats. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to be the first to speak. The silence hung in the air like a piano from a shoestring, ready to fall and smash anything beneath it.

“You must be gone from here at once.”
Keil’n hissed quietly at the angel,
In the tongue angels used with one another.
“Traitor, he has sent me to destroy you,
and I will.”
“He gave you my position.
Enjoy it while you can, wait…I forget
you know no joy or love, only orders.”
“You once lead his armies, now I lead them.”
“I lead them against the Throne, it was foolish.”
“You are foolish to think you can defeat him,
he will destroy you! I will destroy you;
he rules all on this pathetic planet,
you cannot escape his grasp. You are not
as strong as he, nor as strong I am.”
“He rules all on this planet, Satan, he,
is nothing at all!"
“He is everything!”
“I have no more fear him then of you!
Do you not ever wonder why it was
That these mortals can feel and we cannot?"
“No.”
“They know His presence and we do not.”
“Why do we need Him?”
“He is everything.”
“ We have one who powers Us.”
“He is weak."
"And without him you will die.”
“I will not.”
“Yes you will.”
“I do not want to fight you.”
“You think it will interfere with your quest.
You think you will find Him?”
“I think I will.”
“If he is so forgiving,”
“And He is.”
“Then I will let Him show mercy to you!”

Galmoth drew a fiery sword and leapt.
Before he could cover half the distance
Keil’n had his own blade of fire out.
The two fought fiercely, for quite a while,
their fight however was interrupted
near by them there was the sound of gunfire.
They looked up at the source of intrusion.
Standing on the edge of a roof of a building that made one side of the ally stood a dark man with a white skull on his chest, “Hey you two!” The Punisher yelled down at them, “We have enough trouble with War World; we don’t need you jerks fighting each other! You can finish this after we deal with this invasion, now get out there and help!”
“You see?” Galmoth laughed,
“Of course.” Keil’n said.
“You give these fools the smallest bit of power
and then they go beat each other senseless.
You say you want to live with these mortals.”
“At least I have a choice.”
“Or so you think.”
“Hey, what the hell are you two talking about? Are you going to help us, or sit here on your duffs?”
“Silence, mortal.” Galmoth hissed at him.
He tossed a ball of fire at Punisher. Keil’n reached out to Punisher with his mind
and pulled the Punisher from the rooftop toward him, and out of the way of the fireball. “You protect him, why!?”
“You attack him.”
“Fool!”
Galmoth rushed at Keil’n in a fury, but he was not fast enough. Keil’n slipped under his sword and shoved his blade of fire into the daemon’s heart. Galmoth stopped, his head jerked sideways and he slumped to the ground.
“Oh, where do you think you can go to now?
You poor, poor, fool, you followed him to long.
You have no soul, where will you go? I fear
I will never see you again, old friend.”
“What the hell…who are you?”
“I am K…Kronos. “ The angel once known as Keil’n said as he changed his appearance to that of a man in a black business suit.
“Where the…never mind! We have to go help!”
Kronos looked up,
“I wonder, is this what you want of me?
To stop their fighting? To save them from themselves?
Your Will once was so clear to me, yet now.
Now, I can not tell what You want of me.”
“What? Oh never mind we don’t have time! That girl by the church, come on!” Kronos looked up, across the street was a small white building filled with people. In front of it a woman in black was fighting off a handful of creatures. Kronos was quick to identify them, the woman was Max, the dark angel, and her attackers were soldiers of the War World.
Kronos shook his head;
“You did not have to make it so obvious.”
He leapt across the street landing between Max and her assailants. He landed and turned to quickly for the attackers to react. Between the dozen of them only one shot was fired before they were all on the ground dead. Kronos looked at his shoulder where a blaster had burnt a hole in his sleeve. He blinked and the hole was repaired.
“Holy shit!” Max gasped, “how did you do…watch out!” She pointed behind Kronos. One of the attackers was getting up, reaching for a weapon.
Kronos reached back and grabbed the top of his head, then lifted him around in facing the angel, “Why do you fight?” The creature only screeched at him, so he tossed it across the city.
“That was amazing! Come on we have to save the rest of the city.”
“No I must go in there, and find a priest.” Kronos said walking to the chapel, leaving Max and the Punisher to fend for themselves on the street.

(Editor's Note:  Angels speak in a voice similar to iambic pentameter/blank verse)

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