The path to righteousness

The sharp pain of Michael's shoulder blade lifted from his chest, relieving the pressure. He took in a sharp breath. "I obey the Lord's will and creed, Michael. I do not harbour our Fallen brother, nor do I entertain him." The male rumbled, alabaster auds remaining tipped backwards. He could hear the smaller man pacing, tail lashing like an angry cat. His preaching, as others called it, continued. "Return to his side and you will have abandoned your father and brothers. He is a heathen with no care for you, for if he did care he would have never commuted such adultery before his fall. His children are heathen scum that need to be purged just as Lucifer shall be." Chiding the herald. Condescending to him. A low growl rumbled from his jaws, and he rose back to his feet. In the back of his mind, he was well aware that this was foolish. Tail arching high above his hips, dark lips would slide away from his teeth. "Do not speak to me as though I am a child. I am a son of our Lord, and I know the creed." He snarled, unable to ignore the steps upon his tender spots that his brother knowingly took.

No sooner was he ready to defend the offspring of Samael, than the man himself appeared. A low, threatening growl was torn from his throat. The ominous rumble was not missed by the right hand. The gentle pressure of Samael's nose against his cheek brought a sharp bite of fear alongside it. There was no way to hide this now, that Samael cared for him. The spike of testosterone coincided with the disappearance of Samael's touch. "How dare you lay paw upon our brother. You want to hurt someone then find someone who can properly defend themselves." The much larger male snarled. It hurt that everyone felt the need to act on Gabriel's behalf, to fight and speak for him. Just because he couldn't see, didn't mean he was entirely useless. A snap was directed in Samael's direction, an outward expression of his internal emotions. It wasn't intended to land, simply to threaten him. Attacking Michael would be unforgivable, but attacking Samael was mandatory. "I can speak for myself." He snapped.

Samael moved away, separating the brothers from one another. Drawing a line between the right and the left hand. He spoke, softly enough that only the herald might hear what was said. "I'll not kill him but he will know not to lay a tooth upon you again." Samael said. That was it. The fight was on. The two were going to destroy each other. Should Michael succeed, the right hand of the Lord would be the only one who emerged from this meeting alive. It was all so loud. The grating cacophony pained him, forced his auds against his skull. He felt useless, weak. All of this mess was going on, and he was forced to stand there like an oaf. Just like he had stood there while those girls had been slaughtered, when Samael had Fallen.

ooc. Can I just say, 727 words :O