Dragons and Lions

New piece. This one will be fun, half serious, half light-hearted stuff. And hey, new characters!!







Chronicle Three- Serenity and Tension

On the other side of Paradise from God and his sky-domain, the air grew warm as the clouds went dark. Across the once gorgeous, nature-filled land, were fires, as large as God’s glorious palace. Flames that huddled together and danced about the terrain, turning all it came upon into ashes. Smoke flew up into the sky in pillars of blackness, the sickening result from the enormous blazes that engulfed the realm. The firmament became a horrid red color, the same tone as the now morphed skin of Lucifer, a ‘sea of blood’ that washed across the land…


In the midst of the destruction and chaos, the rebellious angel himself stood on a high ledge, looking down at what was before him. His pupils were now a deep brass-like color, and the rest of his eyes a morbid yellow. As always, that maniacal glint glowed within them, accompanied by the frightening, toothy grin. This time he was clothed now, by a simple front-and-back red rag over his hindquarters and sexual organs, but then a thick, spiky forest-green breastplate over his upper-body that seemed more like a black color than an actual green.

With his wings outstretched, the former-Cherubim paced from side to side, his arms at his waists and his fists clenched as his eyes scanned over the mass below him. It was not that he appeared more pleased than ever, and much less ‘psychotic’ than he had been acting before. What he saw, was exactly what he wanted.

“My allies, I am very glad today that you have come here, and decided to join with me in arms” Lucifer began, speaking loudly as his voice echoed across the rocky area he was within, “it has been long enough that we had to listen to what the fool God said and always do to his will. We’ve served under him in bondage for faaar too long. Now is the time that we, and every other warrior and beast we may create, muster or recruit, band together, and form the alliance that shall rule this world. It will be the alliance that conquers Paradise, dominates those blind Angels, and makes God bow before us. With our combined power, we shall be the ruling force, we shall become the Order, and we shall become the Authority” Lucifer than took a pause, and stopped where he stood, his body was straight as he faced forward, and with his fists tightening more and more, the wicked Angel’s eyes narrowed. “We will show God our strength, and punish him for his harsh, inane, and cruel ruling. He forces us to humble ourselves before him like we’re dolls, as if we were made purposefully to be worthless beings. He will now know that our might matches his, no, it surpasses his! It is our time to conquer! It is our time to achieve victory! It is our time to stop God!!” As Lucifer finished his shouts, he raised his fist into the air, and in an instant, the crowd before him exploded.

Below him, waves of Angels stood together in a gigantic mass, cheering, shouting and screaming as they held their fists into the air and roared. Their eyes were hardened with anger, with intensity; with determination.

Lucifer had been speaking with Angel after Angel for much time, explaining to them his plan and eventually coaxing them to join in his campaign. He knew like he, many of them despised God, and using their hatred for their Creator, he convinced them to band with him and the others, to form an army that would fight against the Ruler of Paradise. Their goal; to defeat him, and rule what worlds he had created.

As the defiant Angels continued their cries of fury, Lucifer’s eyes moved across the masses, catching them all in his sight and allowing him to see how large his force already was.

And he merely grinned.

* * *

The stadium inside God’s glorious palace was more robust than ever. Not even counting the fact that more Angels had come to see Mark, there was an unusual amount all about the enormous training center, practicing in their arts and honing their skills. The Orders hovered in the air, high up the clouds in the sky, battling each other in training fights using their elements; wind, water, fire, earth, lightning and all. Gales blew across their area, fire exploded in great blasts, water rained down, huge boulders were flying, and bolts of electricity danced in mid-air as they tried to dodge every shot thrown at them and strike back with one of their own techniques.

At the same time, the Dominions took part in their own rigorous exercises, this not only being duels and battles, but incredible workouts that had them test their speed, agility, flight and power. Some had to out-fly winged lions that chased after them until they’d catch them, others were forced to deflect or destroy boulders and other large objects with only their weapons, while the rest continued a great melee that was as fast as light even with their heavy, thick steel body-armor on. Swords, spears, staffs, scimitars and whips flashed all about, creating an array of sparks and bright bursts of light that spread across their training-zone.

All in all, a normal routine for them.


Most interesting though, was of course what occurred with the amazing beast Mark, as well as Michael, Mathias, the one Fire Order named Luke, and the beautiful Ophanim Catherine. At the moment, Mark was soaring through the air all about, his great white wings carrying him along as he dodged and evaded blast of fire after blast of fire. Luke hung above the ground, his body glowing with a soft red light as he continually shot out streams of flame from his hands.

This was one the more important exercises God made sure was done for Mark, this being to heighten his speeds, flexibility, flight, and how to think on his feet. He was doing quite well as usual, not a single hair scorched yet as incessantly moved out of the way of every shot, moving closer and closer to Luke with each terse-flight. By the seconds he grew nearer, and by now the Order realized that the huge lion would be on him in only moments. For a split-second he charged up, and unleashed a tremendous beam of fire, straight at the oncoming Mark…

In what seemed to be only a flash though, the creature’s maw opened wide, and he let out an incredible roar that shook the stadium, and with such amazing force destroyed the blast of fire. Stuck in the fray, Luke struggled to stay hovering, covering his eyes from the eradication of the fire and immense rumbling from the roar. Before he could then even look back, Mark jumped onto him, and pinned him to the ground. The lion held him firm upon the four with his huge paws, looking down straight in the eye of the shocked Order.

And in the next moment, Luke smiled and began to rub his mane.

“Good job boy” he said. The lion purred, and closed his eyes as he almost smiled at the massaging. Luke then managed to get himself up to his feet from under the beast, dusting off his deep-red robe. Michael, Catherine and Mathias watched from a few meters way, still chuckling a bit from what they had witnessed.

“Still can’t hold him off eh Luke?” the beautiful Ophanim asked with a smile. The Fire Order looked over at her with a humored smile himself.

“I doubt anyone can, I swear this is my fifth try at it” he replied.

“It seems like God made him especially so you guys could never be able to beat him at that exercise” Michael added. Luke laughed.

“Ya know, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was true” he stated. Everyone joined in his chortle, laughing more now at his comment. During so, Catherine revealed a hand-sized ball from her pocket, and with a grin at Mark held it out.

“Well let’s see if we can stop him with this…” she declared aloud for the beast to hear it. The moment he opened his eyes, the lion focused completely on the toy, like a dog gazing at a biscuit. Michael and Mathias quickly ran out on opposite sides, looking back at Catherine.

“Maybe we can tire him out this time!” Michael said.

“Ya think so? By what I just saw I don’t understand how he’s sleeping half the time!” Mathias answered back. Mark had then began running at Catherine, who tantalized him with the ball as he came at her. With a second to spare, she hurled it over to Michael, sending it straight over the beautiful creature, and into the Archangel’s hands. The warrior lifted off into the air as Mark turned and began to fly at him, finding the aerial-playing more amusing.

“Over here ya big lug!” he teased, and then tossed it to Mathias, who was aloft not too far away. Just as before, the lad caught it, and Mark simply flew at him now, the lion’s mind only on the ball, and not how to actually get it whatsoever. For a minute or two the three Angels continually kept the Lion flying from one of them to the other, keeping the ball away from him with every throw. They soared about in the air, high above the ground and moving like fish in water as they went on with the helpful-exercise for Mark. Though of course, just as the lion himself, they all thought of it as just another fun game.

Eventually Mathias had the ball in his hands, and Mark flying head-on at him faster than ever before. In split seconds, the boy realized he didn’t have the time to throw the ball away, and he quickly calculated the beast’s movement.

“Oh crud…” he muttered to himself as his eyes widened.

“Hurry up Mathias!” Michael called out to him with a smile, knowing he was in the hardest spot of the game, but more to the boy’s humorous expression. Just as Mark came to him, the young Angel bounded to the side, evading him with ease and still holding onto the ball. Mark quickly flew towards him again, but missing as Mathias as he spun in mid-air to dodge him again.

“Whoa! Look at the kid go!” Catherine said aloud, impressed by his agility and great litheness. Within another few moments, Mathias evaded another charge by Mark, and smirked as he out-maneuvering of the lion.

“Dang I didn’t even know I could do stuff like this” he said to himself in his head. Though, what he certainly didn’t think about at that second was Mark turning around at amazing speed, and zipping right past him in the blink of an eye. When the blur of him went by, and Mathias finally realized what had happened, he looked back at the beast and froze when he saw him frolicking with the ball in his mouth. Michael and the others chuckled at the boy, as he then slowly turned his head back towards them. “Whoa…that could’ve been my arm or something!” he exclaimed, but almost mesmerized by what had occurred. Everyone else now found themselves bursting out into laughter.



The moment was tranquil, calm, and relaxing. Angels laughing and smiling as Michael and the others were, all of them, even Mathias, enjoying themselves as they trained with Mark. All the others Angels continued their own exercises and practice-duels, taking pleasure in their time as everyone else was.


But as the peace went on, the skies began to blacken, and a dark feeling began to wash over Paradise…

One word Mirren. AWESOME!!! This story just keeps getting better! Amazing work once again and I can't wait for the next chronicle.

Thank you, especially for still reading

I was going to put this piece with other stuff of this chronicle, but I found it's a pretty good length, and it's probably the most powerful piece of the entire fic.

The meeting of Lucifer and God... *bum-bum-buuuuuummmm!!!*






All across Heaven, Angels looked up to the clouds, faces warped with confusion as the sky turned black and thunder boomed in the distance. Murmurs and gasps came from the mouths of many, the Servants of the Creator in complete bemusement of what was happening. Everyone had stopped what they were doing, and either joined with the rest in staring at the morphing firmament, or ran to God’s throne room to be with Him at the ‘frightening’ time.

Inside His grand hall, the Lord sat on his mighty chair, a stern expression on his face as everyone inside continued to look out in the distance and chat with each other on the occurrence. Michael, Mathias, Luke and Catherine were all by God’s side, as well as one of the strongest Dominions- Martin. Once this had all started, the five of them, along with many other Angels, made a swift run to the Hall, hoping to find some answers from the one that knew all. Though, as it turned out, God had not responded to any of their questions, and instead simply sat with the same grim look on his face.

Mathias stood with a fearful look, his young-spirit coming into play and being frightened by what he saw. His eyes were filled with apprehension, as his heat raced from seeing the mysterious happening. No matter how badly he wanted to show complete courage in this situation; he found himself in the position where he could not.

“What in the world is causing this…?” he asked aloud, his mind still wandering though with many worried thoughts. Everyone else still watched the sky as well, Luke being the first to answer the child.

“I have no idea Mathias, but I don’t think it’s something that God intended to happen” the Fire Order explained. The Dominion named Martin quickly then shot a glance over to Luke, appearing almost dubious of the idea.

“Who on Earth would be able to do this then? Especially if it’s against God’s will?” he questioned. Luke shrugged, now looking at him.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell you if I wanted, but judging by how He looks right now, this is angering him” he said. Catherine’s eyes had been closed for quite some time now, and they continued to be as she folded her eyes and kept her head bent down. She was in a state of deep meditation, connecting to the power and odd feeling that was traveling across Paradise.

“I’ve never felt this before, it’s the most unusual force I’ve ever be able to feel” she stated. Martin and the others all turned to her then, intrigued by her statement.

“I can feel it too, it’s unbelievable alright. Have you gotten any deeper than I have?” the Dominion asked. The beautiful Ophanim nodded.

“Yes, it feels like a…wrong energy, something God didn’t create. Its evil, with a motive against His will. Its extremely strong, and it seems like its only growing more powerful, like something’s strengthening it” Catherine explained. Mathias’s eyes widened.

“Then are you saying, there’s more than one thing causing this?” the boy inquired. Catherine simply nodded.

Michael had been more isolated from the group, not speaking much yet and instead choosing to watch the sky and listen in on his friends’ speaking, as his mind worked rapidly from all the ideas and thoughts going around. Even being an Archangel, with the power of a Seraphim, not even he had any clue what was happening, and was just as fearful as any Angel in Paradise. He turned back to God, and looked up at his Creator, who still had the same stern look on His face.

“Father…please, tell me what this is all about…” Michael begged. God didn’t answer, and instead continued to stay nearly motionless and keep with his thoughts. The Almighty One gazed out in the distance, His eyes narrowed, and truly knowing all of what was happening. He had not wanted to worry or frighten any of his Servants more than they already were, but He knew that they’d find out soon; but their reactions was what He feared.

“It is from someone you know quite well…” God spoke. Michael’s eyes lit up with a hint of curiosity from the statement, but yet a hint of worry as well, especially in the grim tone God had spoken in. His mouth minutely fell agape, the Archangel growing more fearful now.

Suddenly there was a great flash of lightning, a bolt that tore through the sky and created a brilliant light that surprised all the Angels, even Michael himself. There was a mighty clap of thunder, and in the next few moments the a large portion of the black sky was covered by a mysterious portal, inside a demonic-looking man who grinned as he stared straight at the Creator.

“I’ve come, God” he greeted, a devilish smirk on his red, scaly face. God shot a powerful glare back, and then stood up from his throne.

“Lucifer” He replied. Michael’s eyes then almost bulged out of his sockets. With his lips quivering with utter shock, and his body shaking, the Archangel stared up at the former Cherubim in disbelief.

“Lu-Lucifer…?” he quietly said, his voice softened by his state of surprise. The demonic-being looked away from God then at that moment, and set his deep, vile yellow eyes upon the Seraphim, the terrible grin widening on his face.

“Aye, it’s me Michael” Lucifer spoke. The reaction of the Archangel and the rest of the Angels was even greater than before, a massive amount of gasps emerging from the crowds as they stared up at him in alarm; almost frightened that he had admitted that he was their once loved and respected Cherubim.

“How…how did he get like that…?” Catherine questioned, stunned even more by how Lucifer’s appearance had changed.

“He allowed for his greed to overtake him, and by himself changed his form to that” God explained, keeping his all-seeing eyes upon Lucifer. Quickly the devilish-being looked back over to the Creator, and almost humored expression on his face.

“Oh God, don’t exaggerate like that, especially to your still loyal followers. It was not greed that overtook me, but the glorious realization what a cruel ruler you are” Lucifer mocked. In almost an instant, all fear and shock that once dwelled within Mathias’s mind had virtually vanished, and the taste of rage formed inside him as his eyes hardened fiercely and his teeth grit against each other.

“You damn fool! Say one more insult like that about God and I’ll massacre you all across Paradise!!” the boy shouted voraciously. While many other Angels glanced at the boy with a similar face as before in shock from his words, God rested his hand in the air and slowly brought it down.

“Mathias, be quiet” he slightly snapped. In a split second, the boy’s eyes widened as his face warped with an expression of fright.

“Sorry God…” he apologized in a murmur. Lucifer laughed then, his eyes filled with an amused glint.

“Ahh, you’re a bold child, just as you always have. Do you see Mathias, how much of a harsh ruler God? Silencing you like that…” he began, before the Lord interrupted him.

“He is too great of a lad to speak to you, that’s what I silenced him” God almost ‘spitefully’ explained. Lucifer then became quiet, and appeared to chuckle slightly as he looked at God with the same humored smile. “But more importantly, have you come here to proclaim your plans?” the Creator asked.

“Ah yes, that’s right. Indeed I am” Lucifer began, then gazing all across Paradise, “let me make it clear to all of you foolish Angels who continue to blindly follow God. Your ruler is a cruel entity who says he loves you and blesses you, but only makes you bow before him like you’re a mere dog. That’s why I am now to begin a campaign against he and all who stand in my way, to conquer him, and rule Paradise and the rest of you as it should be” Martin had now become just as Mathias had before, his anger too grew to contain only within him.

“You and what army Lucifer!?” the Dominion cried out. The demonic-angel simply smirked.

“What army? This one…” he replied, waving his arm and revealing what stood before him in the portal; an enormous mass of armored-covered Angels, many looking just like Lucifer did now. Weapons firm in their hand, and giant dragons and long serpents alongside them, they threw their arms into the air and joined together in crying out a terrible roar. Not one Angel in Paradise kept normal eyes when they saw the legion, all freezing in their exact position as they gazed at the wicked crowd of once beautiful Angels; now morphed into vile demons just as Lucifer had. The Cherubim now ignored the shocked-reactions of the many Servants of God, and looked back at the Creator. “This shall be the army that defeats you, be ready” he said with a strong tone. God merely narrowed his eyes.

“I already am, and soon these warriors shall be too, every last one of them” He replied. Lucifer attained an arrogant look now.

“Ready to die yes” he spoke.

“None shall be slain on that field, as I will command it. But what I shall command is the eternal punishment of you and your men so long as you do not start this and ask forgiveness” God explained. Lucifer laughed.

“Ha! Again you go on, that enormous ego of yours. You’re in no way perfect, yet you announce it always. What makes you think you can control all of us like this? What drives you to believe that you’re so mighty?” the devil questioned.

“Because I am stronger than you can ever wish to be” God struck back powerfully. His words echoed across Paradise, all the way to the Hellish land where Lucifer and his troops dwelled, all of them instantly ceasing their cries, and looking as if they had so easily become intimidated. The former-Cherubim stared at God, his eyes glowing with an impressed light, but nevertheless his usual grin on his face. Even when it was truth that the Creator had denounced him in conversation, the demonic-angel kept up his cocky attitude.

After another few moments, he shrugged his shoulders, almost sarcastically sighing.

“So be it, we shall see…” Lucifer said, and then turned around. With his back towards everyone who watched, he spread his wings out, and threw back his head, and let out a spine-chilling laugh. The diabolical chortle reverberated across the Heavens, striking fear into many hearts, and a true sense of what evil was into the others that were not frightened.

With that, the portal began to close, and all the thunder and lightning slowly finished. The skies started to clear back up, the sickening blackness diminishing, but to reveal a cloudy sky; the sun still blocked. As all the Angels began to take in what had just transpired, getting over their momentary disbelief, Luke looked up at God.

“My Lord, are we really going to go to battle against Lucifer and his army?” the Fire Order asked, wishing inside himself that it would not be true.

But God simply nodded.

O.O AMAZING WORK MIRREN!!! Awesome as always, and very powerful. I can't wait for this next chronicle. As a matter of fact, to make you hurry, I'm going to hold my breath until you post the next chronicle. *holds breath* ... *face slowly starts turning blue*

Sorry this one was so long, I'm kinda po'd at myself for this. I promise it won't happen again, since this week will have the Final battle done, and then over the weekend hopefully the epilogue. So sorry, but it's whinding down

This is the second half of chronicle 3, very fun






Lucifer had now completely closed the portal that allowed him to look into the rest of Paradise and speak with God and all His servants. With nothing but a red sky, and a ravaged wasteland behind him, the demonic being looked over his great army of former Angels and terrible beasts. There were enormous serpents with bodies a deep green tone, and fangs that were as terrible as any sword a warrior could wield. Joining these snakes were dragons, and other reptilian creatures, a variety of scale-color, all as vile and vicious as Lucifer had wanted them.

He jumped down from the cliffs, his wings slowing down his descent before he hit the floor with both feet gracefully, then standing up straight with the normal grin on his red face. Lucifer’s goldenrod eyes scanned over the rebel-Angels, who were all now talking amongst each other and apparently getting ready more weapons and armor, and ‘training’ the beasts. As he gazed at them all, one of the warriors ran out from the crowd, a male about the same size as Lucifer, with black wings just as him, and armor very similar to his own.

“Lord Lucifer, I hope you don’t mind my commands to them, I…” he began as he bowed, but then interrupted by the former Cherubim.

“Nonsense, they need to be preparing for battle. More weapons will be needed, and they armor they’re in right now won’t suit well in all-out combat. We’re a fine force already, but if we wish to conquer tomorrow, we’ll need better defenses. And there’s nothing wrong with making sure the serpents and dragons are in full-strength” Lucifer replied, then glancing out of the corner of his eye to spot a large red behemoth literally roast a smaller creature alive with a deadly flame breath. Lucifer actually enjoyed watching it.

“Eh, my Lord, are we to battle tomorrow already?” the other warrior asked, obviously surprised by his comments. Lucifer looked back at him, and nodded.

“Aye, we need little time to prepare” he began, “all we need to do is make sure we have the perfect weapons and armor, and maybe get a few more fighting-plans and formations down with the rest of the army. Michael, God and all those other fools need to get ready far more. If we attack so soon tomorrow, they’re going to be no where near as prepared as we will be, and our chances of victory will sky-rocket”. By now the Captain-like warrior understood his leader’s motives, and with a nod grew his own grin.

“But my Lord, we’ll win for sure anyways, right?” he said arrogantly. Lucifer threw his head back and laughed devilishly.

“Oh, that’s most certainly true, but we still have a pretty good fight on our hands. Those Orders and Dominions are powerful, no doubt, and Michael and Mark will both be very mighty forces in that battle. I don’t think we’ll dominate, that’s for sure, we’ll lose many warriors, I’d say…but not so much as to be defeated” he explained, and then began to chuckle once more. As he continued, the Captain soon joined it, and after a few seconds the two of them were chortling manically.

* * *

Paradise was hard at work. Not one Angel took part in rest, and labored amongst the others as the population of them prepared all means for war. Throughout the realm, all the Servants of God were preparing what was needed; armor was brought up and fitted upon their bodies, weapons were created, stored away, and handed out to. In the skies, the huge creatures of Heaven, the Lions and Eagles, flew high, guided by other Angels to their destinations. These magnificent beasts would be both the rides and fellow-fighters in combat, battling on the side of God with their might.

All over, the top warriors, notably the Dominions, were organizing the lower-rank Angels into groups for the war, dividing them up and forming them into regiments. From they were then deciding on the battle formations, how they would stand and fight in the brutal combat. They argued over what lines would be placed where, what Angels would fight with others, every last detail was taken in account and discussed over.

They were that needed.

As all this occurred, God sat on his throne, His ever watchful eyes scanning over the world he created, getting glimpses of all of what went on in the land with the preparations for the battle. He listened in to all conversations, and paid close attention to all actions during this time, making sure to know all of what would happen, and how it would be done.

With him continuing what he had been, Mathias slowly came to the foot of his throne, holding a scabbard in his hands, the sword’s hilt sticking out at the end of it. He appeared almost nervous, as if he were apprehensive to speak to his Creator.

“God…” he began, a weak tone to his voice. In an instant, the great being looked down at the boy-Angel, making him grow even shakier. “I’m-I’m sorry about what I did before…I didn’t mean to cause any discord…” he apologized. God stared at him with the stern expression he bore for most of the time, slowly smiling down though after Mathias spoke.

“It is fine, I created you with that type of attitude. I am very pleased that you defended me like that, thank you” He gently replied. Though the lad was very much relieved by God’s calm answer, he still didn’t show any sign of joy just yet, instead growing more severe.

“Well…that’s another thing…” he began, lowering his head, and quickly had God’s curiosity to him, “I want to defend You the most I can, to protect Your good name and for all of what You’ve created. I said to Lucifer that I’d massacre him, but I feel there’s a huge line between ‘talk’ and ‘action’.” Mathias then paused, and slowly freed his fine blade from its sheath, holding it firm in his hand, and looking back up at God. “I want to go into battle with the rest of the Angels, and help to defeat Lucifer…”. The Creator’s smile was completely absent, as He gazed down at the young Angel with a blank expression, but one that managed to make Mathias realize how serious God was about what he said. After a terse time of silence, He eventually spoke.

“You are strong in physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual power. You are just as mighty as even Michael in your own ways. I do not want to see anything terrible happen to you, but I know that you will conquer in the battle” God explained, and then took a pause of his own, “you may fight.” Mathias’s eyes lit up.


Meanwhile, at a large marble table, lay an enormous map with a variety of markings, drawings and artworks on it. Around the counter were several Dominions, including Martin himself, as well as some of the Orders such as Luke, and even Michael and Catherine. This was where the main battle strategies were being drawn and discussed, amongst the strongest of God’s servants and the with the most knowledge for war.

“The way I see it, we’ll have to form the absolute best lines and formations we can, as we probably won’t win by complete brute force” Martin stated, drawing his finger across an area that had many groupings of dashes, representing clusters of soldiers.

“And what will be the best arrangements Martin?” Luke asked.

“I’d think the curved-shaped ones would be perfectly-suited. If we can draw them in close enough towards the center of the line, the sides can close in on them and eventually trap whatever inside. Otherwise, the V-formations should be considered greatly as well” the experienced Dominion answered. One of the other Dominions then leaned over the table and pointed to where Martin had been.

“If we do the U-shaped lines, and try to trap them, why don’t we have our aerial forces attack from above in the center of the enemy, so then our troops only have to close in and fight off the edges” he suggested. Martin nodded.

“I was just going to get to that, and it’s exactly what we’ll do. We’ll have a few brigades of eagles and lions fly in and wreck them” he said. After he finished, the Dominion turned his head over to Michael, standing with arms crossed and a stern look to his eyes. “How would you say we put the troops to the eagles and lions Michael?”. The Archangel lifted his head up, matching eyes with Martin.

“Two to each eagle, and one to each lion. One person can steer the eagle, the other can use a bow or a crossbow, and one to steer the lion and ride in to attack with whatever close-combat weapon he may have” he explicated. Almost a moment after he concluded, a herald ran to the table, and stopped a few feet away with a bow.

“Michael and Martin, I have news from the captains of the regiments” the messenger declared.

“What is it?” Martin quickly asked, as everyone looked over to the bearer of news. Standing up, he let a piece of parchment roll through.

“One quarter of the Dominions have been assigned to the Lions, as well as several of the Orders. There are recorded to be fifty lions and fifty eagles, all now suited for battle and with capable riders” he spoke. Martin appeared content.

“That sounds fine, even better than my first plans. Michael, do we have anymore to discuss?” he questioned with a glance. The Archangel nodded silently.

“Explain about where we plan to be fighting” he answered. Martin recalled that subject now.

“Ah yes. Very important, we’ve set up to move out to the hills near the mountains. We’ll have all of our troops start off on a high slope, so we’ll have a higher elevation to attack with ranged weaponry. Likewise, the smaller mountains will also be our back, so if we ever need to retreat, we’ll go up into those and continue to open fire on them. We won’t be able to organize perfectly up there, and all troops, but enough so that as a desperate plan it’ll suit” he clarified. Martin continued to go on with the matter, explaining more of it to the others at the table, though Michael now blanked his speaking from his mind. With his head bowed and his eyes narrowed, the Seraphim could not even focus on this dire situation. Instead, he left himself to own thoughts; mainly an old friend.

* * *

It was later that Michael walked down a smooth stone path within a beautiful garden, slowly, and with a somber look on his face. For once, the sky in Heaven was dark, and so was all the land around it. The sun did not shine at this time, not giving off its radiant light and warmth to Paradise. It was not the kind of darkness that comes with night, but a darkness that came from the feelings of every being in the realm God created. The blackness represented the mood the land was in; grim.

Michael felt exactly like so. The proclamation Lucifer made had stunned him, and even to now the mighty Archangel was still feeling an emotional wound from that meeting, when he saw the creature that once was his best friend. It was a feeling the Seraphim never experienced, an emotion that hurt him. He wished what had occurred didn’t, and that it was only an illusion. He wished to deny it, with all his heart, but knew it was true. Even worse, he knew he’d have to fight his former friend…

As he made his way into the very center of the gorgeous garden, and he stopped, and looked up to the deep navy sky. A cold wind blew by, rustling the lush plants and swaying his golden hair to the side. And at that moment he saw out of the corner of his eye, something materialize in mid air. For a moment it was nothing but a colorful blur, and then in the next, a familiar being.

“Michael” it said, in a devilish voice. The warrior Angel remained quiet for several seconds, lowering his head and staring off into the distance, but knowing what had come.

“Lucifer…” he merely replied. The former Cherubim smirked.

“My my, you look more disheartened than I’ve ever seen you. I hope this isn’t because of me” he spoke, mockingly. Michael turned his head towards him, staring him straight in his yellow eyes, yet not showing any sign of anger.

“Alas, it is” he began, “you’ve landed the worst blow on me before, Lucifer”. The wicked creature smiled nefariously.

“Aye, I knew you wouldn’t take it well, you’ve always been such a good friend to me, I can imagine the pain you were in to see me in this form now, and with such defiance to God, and to the rest of the Angels” Lucifer commented. Michael showed almost no emotion to that remark, and simply nodded slowly as he turned his head away to another spot of vegetation in the garden. Lucifer smirked. “Michael, for now, I still consider you my friend. I know how you may feel, but please…please Michael, do this for me. Join with my army, and fight against God”. Quickly the Archangel brought his focus back to Lucifer, his eyes narrowed now as he completely turned his body towards him.

“Why? Because you’ve become so diluted in thinking that God is a cruel tyrant?” he questioned harshly. Lucifer coolly shook his head.

“I do not dilute myself, I only see the truth” he responded.

“What truth? Are you blind enough not to see that God cares for us and has eternally blessed us?” Michael pressed. Lucifer now started to lose his composed mood, and spoke more fiercely.

“Eternally blessed us? Do you consider bowing to him at every last second being blessed?” he began, “his so-called blessings are nothing but lies so that we may grovel at his feet even more. He only desires our worship, he is a greedy being that thinks he has us all figured out”. Michael now also began to feel his own intensity rising, far more than Lucifer’s.

“That’s because He does have you all figured out! He is all powerful Lucifer, you will be destroyed!” the Archangel protested.

“Lies!” Lucifer now shouted, “nothing but lies! God is strong, but God is not the strength that you and I possess. You being a mighty warrior with the powers of the Seraphim, and then I just as strong. God saw our battle and how we were equal, yet he refused to give me the title I deserved as Seraphim! He told me I wasn’t mighty enough yet! That was the last bit of his arrogance I could handle, the final act of his cruelty I could stand”.

“You are as lost as you macabre now Lucifer!” Michael interrupted, “God allowed for you to have the rank of Cherubim, He allowed you exist peacefully and happily here in Paradise. Your desires are misguided!” A scowl appeared on Lucifer’s red face.

“My desires are only for the absolute greatest things I can achieve, and God is keeping me from reaching my goals! Who is he to choose my existence this way!?” the vile being retorted. Michael’s eyes hardened even more from that remark.

“It is only because of Him why you exist in this world, He gave you life!” the Seraphim declared.

“Then I would rather perish than live the degrading way I was!” Lucifer barked.

“I shall accomplish that for you then!” Michael yelled. With that the two fell silent, their narrowed eyes locking with each others, staring the other down fiercely as their bodies tensed and their adrenaline rushed. Another gale blew through the garden, adding a bit of sound to the once silent moment between them. Their emotions had run wild, and no longer could they control them; and no longer would they.

“We shall see Michael, for on the battlefield, we shall fight once more, and decide the strongest of us” Lucifer eventually stated in a calmer voice. In another instant, his body became covered by another blur of the air, and soon he vanished away, leaving Michael alone in the garden again, still staring severely at the place where his enemy once stood. He breathed heavily through his nostrils, trying to relieve himself of his current intensity, as he then looked up at the black sky once more, though this time with a face of fury.

“I will decimate you Lucifer…from one side of Paradise to the next…”

*gasps several times* Finally! I can stop holding my breath now! *falls over backwards in a dead faint* *someone runs up and splashes water on Southern Belle's face* *gasps again* Ahh... Finally you wrote some more! Excellent work Mirren! This chronicle was awesome as always! It needed a little bit of editing where words were misspelled, but other than that it was great! I can't belive this is almost over! Whatever shall I do with no more chronicles in Dragons and Lions to look forward to? *sniff sniff* Well, post some more quickly! I'll be waiting. I don't think I'll hold my breath this time though. ~_^

Mirren, I can honestly say this is one of the best fics I've read for a long time. I like the way you've presented the characters - especially Lucifer. I find myself wanting it to continue for a long time, but also for it to finish quickly so I can how you do the end. Nice contradiction, isn't it?

On a side note, I did notice a few typos. Such as saying 'dilute' instead of 'delude' and 'eyes' instead of 'arms'. There were others, but I think you can spot them.

So...when's the next piece forthcoming?

Wow. You are awesome. That was one of the best FFs I've ever read. Keep up the good work!

*finally updates*

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!

But thanks to all the comments!

*note, this is roughly half of this chronicle*





Chronicle 4- Blood and Tears

The sky was a pale grey color, with clouds moving in and darkening in color. Thunder boomed in the distance, the faint echoes of the explosions coming in the slightest form to the battlefield meant to hold the armies of God and Lucifer. The grassy floor of the region swayed as a gale blew by, chilling the land and hollowing as it passed. Through the marching troops of Paradise it went, and curving around the mountains it moved out further, meeting Lucfier’s horde of demons and beasts.

In the front of the many Angels Michael and Martin marched together, side by side in unison, their blades firm in hand as their feet carried them to the hills. Behind them followed a mass of warriors, Order, Dominions and all, the many Servants of God ready and willing to go to what would be the greatest war the world would ever see. And in the skies soared the beautiful, yet deadly Eagles and Lions, mounted by more who craved to fight against the Angels who turned against the Creator.

“All are ready?” Michael asked for one final time, keeping his eyes out on the horizon. Martin nodded, even if the Archangel did not turn.

“Aye, not one is unprepared for this” the high Dominion answered.

“Good, once all the lines come together, we’ll let Lucifer come to us. We’ll have half the troops charge in, and leave the rest back. We’ll fight down there as long as we can and leave the archers higher up on the hills to pick them off, then when we need to, we’ll retreat back and take them on with everyone” Michael added.

“Sounds good, I’ll make sure to let some of the riders know what to do” Martin replied. For a moment they went quiet, until Michael felt he had to speak one more comment.

“Thank you Martin for your loyalty, and diligence in formulating this all” the Archangel expressed. The Dominion’s eyes hardened.

“Anything to stop opposition towards God. I wish to fight now more than ever in my time” he spoke.

“Your wait isn’t long then” Michael suddenly said, for a moment bemusing Martin. The Dominion looked over to the distance, and now spotted the demonic army marching together along the lower-hills, moving with the sound of thunder and the cries of beasts. His eyes widened for a moment, surprised to see that their opponents had come so soon, to meet them literally head on. Michael turned to the rest of his army, and released his blade. “The time is now!” he announced, in a loud voice so that it echoed all the way to every line of warriors, “over those hills is the army that we will face, the army that has betrayed God and revolted against His good judgment. We must fight with every fiber in our being to defend our Creator’s good name, and this beautiful Paradise which He Himself created! We will fight in His honor, in respect of the blessings He’s given us, and stop those blind to think that what we, and what He does is wrong!”. Michael took a pause, and turned back to face Lucifer’s army. Raising his blade high in the air, his eyes hardened. “To battle- for Paradise!!” he cried.

“For Paradise!!” the rest of the army repeated. Michael unleashed a roar, and beat his wings. In a flash he took off down the hills, flying straight at Lucifer’s hordes. The army of Heaven all replied with their own shouts, and many likewise followed behind the Archangel, weapons held high and moving at full speed.

“Quis ut Deus!?”* Michael cried.

And with that, the greatest war to ever mar the world began.

* * *

The battle drew much destruction across the field. Shields splintered, swords shattered, and spirits were destroyed in an instant as a foreign weapon tore through the body. Screams of agony, anguish and fury echoed across Paradise, creating an orchestra of cries that could chill the bones of many. Fires had started all over, burning high and spreading their flames throughout the war zone amidst all the battling between the armies.

The Eagles and Lions of Paradise were caught in dog fights with the Dragons of Lucifer, the beasts all soaring in the skies and flying at one another for repeated slams that brought about incredible contact, much of the time sending one the creatures and its riders plummeting to the ground. The reptilian monsters breathed flames from their snouts and mouths, burning their enemies if struck and creating more havoc in mid-air for the Angels or Demons that guided their rides. In return the Lions unleashed their mighty roars which shook the land, and struck their target with a greater than that of a battering ram. None though had shown any sign of weakening, and both sides continued to brawl in the clouds.

Down below arrows, darts, bolts and fireballs flew above the heads of the ground-warriors, either landing in the dirt or striking an unfortunate victim and bringing them to a terrible demise. The ringing sounds of steel clashing with steel could be caught by hears all around, for whichever way the eye turned, the sight of merciless, brutal fighting was seen. The Angels stood together in groups, relentlessly attacking with their blades and spears against the warriors of Lucifer, who retaliated with crude swords of their own, as well as gruesome battle-axes and spiked-maces.
And there was no sign of a conclusion.


In the middle of a fierce brawl, Martin battled alongside a few of his best Dominions, the mighty warriors of God slaughtering every Demon they laid eyes upon, destroying another evil spirit with each swipe of their swords. Martin added to the mass-violence, taking down vile serpents the size of the Lions. The creatures were long, and with sickly-colored scales that perfectly represented the wicked reason they were breed for. Their mouths housed fangs as terrible as any blade on the battlefield, all soaked by deadly venom.

It made no matter to the Leader of the Dominions, who recklessly fought his way through a crowd of them, hacking and slashing with a huge broadsword that with every movement beheaded or diced another serpent. Martin’s cries of fury overpowered the ghastly sounds of bodies being ripped in half, and creatures screaming in pain from the vicious blows that ended their existence, as then he finally stopped for a moment to get his breath back from what was almost a gauntlet of endless brutality. His armor was torn and marred all across his body, and his skin was lacerated just as much, all from that one march through the serpents. His chest moved up and down, deep breathes going in and out of his mouth as he looked across the battlefield.

It was then that his eyes widened, and his face twisted to see a large mass of Angels being overrun by a cluster of Lucifer’s warriors, the Servants to God being trampled by the force of the wicked soldiers.

“Somebody get out from current position and help them out there!” Martin shouted to his troops. The first reply he got was not from a Dominion, but instead the youngest Angel of them all, who charged passed Martin and flew to the oncoming Demons.

“They’re all mine! I take ‘em all!!” Mathias called back. The Captain of the Dominion was almost horrified to see who ran to fight.

“No! Mathias you’ll slaughtered! Get back here!!”. But the child ignored Martin’s cries, and simply narrowed his eyes at the group of Lucifer’s warriors that continued to move on towards the rest of Paradise’s defenses.

With what literally a roar of vehemence, Mathias smashed into the lines, slashing with his blade at incredible speed and ferocity that took the soldiers by surprise and quickly began to tear them apart. Grunting and screaming, the teen swiped at every enemy before him in mad-assault, but one that worked perfectly as he ripped apart the group of Demons. Each one of them howled when the boy’s blade sliced through them, and fell to the ground alongside the many others that had been brought down in the last few seconds of Mathias’s rampage.

And when the last one was nearly cleaved in two by the lad, Mathias stood in the middle of the carnage, his teeth barring as he seethed with intensity. His eyes glowed with fury not seen by an Angel beforehand, a true representation of how driven he was to defeat Lucifer and protect Paradise.

But then when another line came charging towards him, one triple the size of what he just took out, Mathias’s once fierce expression weakened, and a sign of fear washed over his face. The oncoming force roared as they neared him, and the boy stood cold with an intimidated feel, knowing his chances of doing so well in this brawl would be much lower. But nevertheless, he swallowed hard, and gripped his hilt firmly; ready to take on whatever came his way however he needed to.

But he would not see any action, as in a flash he heard, and felt something fly over him, and in the next moment Mathias froze as his eyes lay upon Mark flying at the troops, the great lion roaring vehemently and terrifying the once-charging troops. He came into them with a battering ram, crashing through a chunk of them, and then sending close to five sailing away with a powerful swipe of each massive paw. By that short time, the remainder began to retreat, turning and running for their lives from the powerful creature. Mark simply growled at them, and took in a breath, keeping his narrowed eyes upon the demons.

He roared, and from it came an incredible wave of sound that flew at the troops faster than Mark did himself, and with so much force it pounded them on their backsides, knocking them out cold and sending them flying away from the incredible force of the blast. Mathias stood behind him, wide-eyed and nearly shaking.

“Wh-whoa…uhh, okay bud…this one’s all yours…” the lad muttered, and in another second ran back off to join Martin.

Mark was now alone on the battlefield, standing tall and barring his teeth as his eyes scanned the region, trying to find a perfect spot to charge in and slaughter more enemies. Instead though, he caught sight of a much more imposing challenge; a great red dragon, bigger than he, and with flames dripping from its maw. The two enormous beasts met eyes, and stared each other down fiercely as their fangs grinded together. With their muscles tensing, they both prepared for a charge, but more importantly; a brutal battle.



* 1. - "Quis ut Deus" was the War Cry that Michael used when charging into the battle against Lucifer, according to the legend. It means- "Who is like God?"

Wow. Awesome chapter Mirren! There were some amazing discriptions in it. It was...jaw-droppingly awesome. Great work! Can't wait to see more!

*collapses* second half of the last chapter! after this the epilogue, and then it's allllll over!!







Meanwhile Michael and Lucifer continued their duel in the very middle of the epic war, a grueling one-on-one battle. All around them were their armies and troops taking part in a massive brawl, but this made no difference to the two former friends, whose only concern at the moment was to defeat the other single-handedly. They didn’t focus on how well their warriors were doing, if their formations were holding up, or even if their side was winning the fight altogether, the only thing their minds were attached to were the drive to strike down their opponent in this one-time contest.

The two stood at a close-proximity, continually unleashing waves of slashes and swipes of their blades while at the same time blocking every shot the other threw at them. They were creating an orchestra of sounds from steel clashing upon steel only by themselves, for their speed was so great that they were creating attacks some couldn’t even see with their eyes. Their eyes were hardened from their intensity of the battle, and their teeth grinding together as the fury within them burned from the desire to come out the victor.

In a flash that Michael could not see in time, Lucifer struck out with his fist, connecting with the Seraphim’s chin for a deadly uppercut. The Archangel fell backwards to the ground with a grunt, wincing still as his face throbbed from the strike. Once he spotted Lucifer charging at him again, Michael managed to bound up from the ground, and in an amazing display that even caught the former Cherubim by surprise, spun in mid-air and lashed out with his foot.

Michael’s flat of his boot caught Lucifer on the cheek, and knocked a glob of spit from his mouth as it floored him in a split second. The Archangel wasted little time after the hit, and quickly was rushing towards his downed foe. Lucifer was



able to get back to his feet at the last moment possible, and as Michael came at him with a slash, the former Cherubim replied with his own.

Their blades each cut through the other’s left shoulder, tearing through the armor and ripping them wide as they both performed a tandem-strike. The force from the blows both sent them toppling down once more, the two of them smashing to the ground as they each held their newly opened wounds. Gritting their teeth and cringing from the burning pain, they still began to rise to their knees, ready to continue their fight when ready.


Mark and the Red Dragon were locked in a vicious struggle. With near-even size, the two had got caught together in a scuffle that went from ground to air and they both fought with every bit of power in their bodies to kill the air. They grappled and clawed away at each other, the two using their deadly claws and hands to swipe at the other in the middle of the combat. Their fangs lashed out in between endless roars, growls and grunts from them, the sound of their cries showing how brutal their battle was.

Their bodies were torn and marred, some simple cuts to horrendous burns and bruises that would make one not believe they were still fighting as if nothing had happen to them. Mark’s once perfect white coat had become stained by black and red, and torn all across from the dragon’s hands. Though the giant reptilian creature was just as battered, with a scaly hide that had been butchered in several places by the mystic lion’s physical power.


As their struggle continued, the dragon was finally able to get Mark off of him with a vicious swipe to the face, sending him clear into the ground with a hard landing. As dust was expelled off the floor around him, the lion quickly jumped back to his feet, and in a flash retaliated with a slash of his paw straight to the dragon’s face. Adding to the pain of the force just in his hand, Mark’s claws tore across the lizard’s face, shredding his snout in the process.

It bellowed in pain, and backing off on all fours as one of his hands instantly was slapped onto it, the reptilian beast trying to sooth any of the agony possible through his touch. Mark merely snarled, and began to run at his foe while he was distracted.

The lion was taken by surprise when the dragon suddenly lowered his hand, and in barely a second spat out a jet of flame. The blast of fire hit Mark full force, knocking him back several meters and burning away at his body with its incredible heat. When he stopped, he lay on his side, good deals of his fur charred and smoking as he groaned.

The dragon appeared to almost laugh as his forked-tongue flailed about, the scaled giant beginning to advance at Mark as the lion slowly began to get to his feet. He staggered, and managed to direct himself at the dragon, who then stopped in place, and appeared to prepare another spray of fire as his mouth fell open. Mark, eyed him fiercely as his body tensed up, and as he took in a deep breath…

Before the dragon even realized what was happening, Mark reared back, and let out a tremendous roar that shook the battlefield, and moved the skies themselves with its amazing power. Some dozen bolts of thunder rained down the clouds, all striking the dragon at one time and creating a massive explosion that nearly pushed the lion back as he winced from the force of it. He pushed his claws into the ground, holding himself up as he tried to keep his eyes open to see the detonation. And then nearly a minute passed, and the dust then began to clear, the lion could see very well only one thing; a black crater.

Mark once more reared back, and sounded his cry of victory.


“You’re a fool Michael! It is impossible to stop me!” Lucifer shouted as he and the Archangel once more locked blades.

“Don’t dilute yourself Lucifer, you’ve been doomed ever since you challenged God!” the Seraphim replied as he hacked away at his foe, only to have all of his attacks blocked.

“It is God who is doomed!” the former-Cherubim cried, and leapt back. Michael quickly flew to him, and became locked in another grapple of swords with Lucifer. Though they pushed with all their strength, neither of them could overcome the other, and soon they both took the air, and charged again. Like birds they soared passed the other in a blink of an eye, lashing out with their blades in one clean stroke as they flew. Swipes were blocked, edges ripped through armor and skin, and their bodies continually smashed into each other as they continuously performed the perilous flight-strikes.

But after one, Lucifer quickly spun around to face Michael, who still flew with his back towards him. The corrupt being shot a blast of flame from his palm similar to the dragon’s attack, and managed to hit the Archangel perfectly. He hollered as the fire burned his backside, and quickly he fell to his knees on the ground. Lucifer flew at him, a grin wide across his face as he advanced towards the wounded-warrior.

Though he was pushed back, and sent crashing to the ground as he was struck by an incredible blast of light that the Seraphim abruptly released from his hand. Michael was soon to his feet, and looked forward at Lucifer, who lay the dirt; his body marred even worse from the discharge at energy he was struck with at near point-blank range. He tried to lift himself with his arms, but repeatedly came up short, simply collapsing once more. Michael breathed deeply.

“Give up Lucifer, please, you cannot take any more…” the Archangel explained, a far more calm tone than usual. The former-Cherubim winced, and managed to slightly lift his head up.

“You’re right…Michael…” he groaned, “I can’t take any more…”. Lucifer’s head then fell back, and Michael gave a small sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, and lowered his own head.


And then he heard the sound of raucous metal, and when he opened his eyes, he saw two burning chains fly his way.

The Seraphim couldn’t avoid them, and in a flash one wrapped around his arm, and the other on his shoulder. He screamed, fell back down to his knees as they burned away at his armor and skin.

Meanwhile Lucifer rose to his feet from where he once stood, grinning wide again and hold the two links. He laughed.

“Michael you terrible fool. Why would you ever take your attention from me in a fight?” Lucifer mocked, as Michael gritted his teeth where he kneeled. “I will not stop until I’m forever gone of this world, it was truly stupid of you to think a light blast of yours would finish me. I am invincible! I will rule this world forever as I take it from God’s hands!”.

Michael’s pain only grew worse as the chains attached to him pressed down to his body, their incredible heat plaguing his skin and burning it terribly. His face began to become covered in sweat, and he tried with every bit of energy in himself to at least stay to his knees. He knew that if he didn’t get out of this, Lucifer could very-well kill him. And if he did that, then Lucifer and his troops could slaughter the rest of the God’s armies, destroying all the brave warriors and beasts that fought in their Creator’s Service.

Mark, Luke, Catherine, Martin, and Mathias…

Michael’s body tensed, and his eyes flared with fury as he slowly began to rise to his feet.

“I must defeat him…” he said to himself in his head. Then as if the chains weren’t even still burning his body, Michael roared in fury, and suddenly took to the air as he began to fly around Lucifer. The wicked-warrior was taken aback by the rush of energy from his foe, and simply stood helpless as Michael soared circles above him…

…and as his own chains entangled him.

When they squeezed upon his skin, Lucifer threw his head back and screamed, as Michael landed behind him, but flew head-on at his former-friend. He ripped through Lucifer’s back in one clean slash of his blade, knocking him to the ground and freeing the chains from his grip. In a flash Michael was freed of them, and pulled back on his own to strangle Lucifer, as he raised his blade high in the air.

But then the skies shook, and with the sounds of thunder, the clouds opened up, and through them came God.

“Stooop!” He commanded.

Ooooh...very nice. Amazing end to the last chapter. Can't wait to read the epilogue! I can't believe this story is almost over! It's not fair. *is sad* sniff sniff. Hehe. Great job Mirren. This has been an awesome story and I'm glad you decided to share it with us. Can't wait for the last bit.