Suddenly Miguel felt a silent call, someone, better said, something was calling him. It came from the area of the church. It was urging him to go there, something bad was happening. Miguel was shocked, he had never felt something like that. He stepped aside from the wall and disappeared in a flash of light. Seconds later he appeared inside of the church with another flash of light. He saw a man near the door. "Kirby? Are you ok? Did you called me?" He asked, even if he knew that the call didn't come from a human, it came from somewhere inside the church.

"That was a bit too easy..." Kirby mulled over the events that had just occurred while he tampered with one of the pews, replacing a few pieces of splintered wood and polishing the ornate designs on the side. He couldn't help but feel a bit unnerved though, he knew demons never played fair. Any deal they make, they usually found a loop hole or a way to exploit it so they come out on the winning end. With a sigh he stood to his feet, and tugged the shirt around his neck. He ran his thumb along the fabric of his Cossack and realized, he had forgotten his collar at home. "Oh shoot!" Kirby said allowed, feeling rather blasphemous. "Sorry, Lord." His hand traced a cross pattern along his chest. But before he could leave to return home, there was a flash of light. He turned to see Miguel standing there. "Oh my goodness, you startled me." Miguel spoke to him, seeming a bit confused, "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit off put right now. I don't recall summoning you here though, terribly sorry for the inconvenience if I did. Are you alright?" He too was a bit confused.

"I. . . I don't know." Miguel looked around, the feeling of being called had disappeared. "I... felt something strange. Something was commanding me to come here, but... it just... disappeared." He sat down on one of the benches, confused. Feeling that something was calling you wasn't common amongst the angels. He wondered if there was something wrong with him, while looking at the ground. "Maybe I just imagined it." He sighed.

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Mikael has been waiting for the priest to come back to his house and was starting to get bored when he felt another presence inside the church. "Angel." "It's the same angel that appeared on that house." He gave a few steps back and hid his true nature, the last thing he wanted was being discovered by that angel. "Who is he?" He knew that he was a powerful angel, maybe an archangel. He had to be an archangel, the rest of major angels weren't allowed to come down to Earth.

Kirby raised a brow again, not quite understanding the emotions or physical senses of angels. He took a seat beside Miguel and patted him softly on the shoulder. "I don't think it was a coincidence, there was a demon here earlier, on these very grounds. He said his name was..." He hesitated for a moment, remembering the promise he made. Even if it was a demon, breaking a promise, was still against his personal ethics. "Fear, his name was Fear." His voice sank, "I think, God is watching out for me. Maybe He sent you to protect me. Who knows, He works in mysterious ways." Kirby smiled softly, feeling reassured by his own statement, "If you don't mind, I could use an escort back to my home. I forgot my collar, and seeing how demons have been turning up left, right, and center, some protection would be nice."

Miguel looked surprised at Kirby. "A demon here?" That was bad. What was that demon looking for when he entered the church? Moreover, they weren't able to enter there unless they had a lot of powers, but a powerful demon wouldn't let Kirby alive. "Strange." He smiled when Kirby said that the name of the demon was Fear, of course it was a fake name, demons didn't tell their real names unless they were forced to. He also smiled sarcasticaly when he mentioned being sent there by God. Miguel knew the feeling of being called by God or by Metatron, who was God's voice amongst the angels, what he felt was different but he didn't tell Kirby, he could see that the thought of being protected by God relaxed the man. "I would have escort you even if you didn't tell me so. It's dangerous for you to go on your own." Miguel stood up. "Shall we go?"

Kirby smiled back at Miguel and nodded. Together they walked to Kirby's home. "I'll be out in just a moment, thank you very much again for the escort. It's greatly appreciated." He went inside and shuffled around, looking for his collar. Maybe it was the craziness of the past few days, or maybe it was from lack of sleep, but he was having a hard time locating it. "Darn it, where is it?" He muttered to himself, checking under every seat cushion, in every drawer, inside every cupboard. It was shameful of him to have forgotten it earlier, from what he remembered he had ironed and prepared his clothing last night before he dozed off. He sighed, continuing to look, and fast. He didn't want to keep Miguel, or the soon to be arriving church goers, waiting.

Mikael watched as the two came out of the church and started walking. He looked at the angel. "It can't be!" Surely his mind was playing tricks on him, but wanted to be sure. "I need to get closer, but how?" He followed them through the roofs as they went to Kirby's house. He never got close enough for Miguel to feel him, but one of the times he was close enough to recognice his own face on Miguel's. "So the rumors were true, my brother is an angel." They stopped in front of Kirby's house, Kirby went in and Miguel waited outside. Mikael stared at Miguel for a couple of minutes, evaluating him. He was powerful, probably more than Mikael, but he didn't care. Mikael grinned. "It's time to introduce myself." He uncovered his true nature and jumped to the street a few meters away from Miguel. "Hello, brother, nice to meet you."

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"Bene (okay) I'll wait here." After saying this, Miguel thought again about that strange call. He told himself that he must investigate the church when they get back there. A few minutes passed and Kirby was still in his house, Miguel didn't worried, he didn't feel any evil presence there. But, a headache came to him, all of a sudden. "A demon." He heard someone landing beside him and quickly turned to face his enemy. "WHAT THE HELL!?" He couldn't help it. "How dare you?" Looking at the demon was like looking himself in a mirror. Same mouth, same nose, same eyebrows. Miguel thought that it was some kind of taunt "What kind of creepy joke is this? Anyway, I don't care, you'll regret it."

Mikael smiled. "Creepy joke? He, he. I'm afraid this is real." He gave a few steps to his left. "Don't move!" Miguel took out his sword. "Easy, brother. We are family, you are not going to kill me, right?" Miguel took an attack stance. "We are not related, I don't have brothers. My father would have told me." Mikael laughed. "Our father didn't know it. Our mother hid me and then abandon me when I was only a child. That bitch." Now Miguel was angry. "Don't dare to offend her, you bastard." And he ran towards Mikael, sword in hand, prepared to kill him. Mikael's axe appeared on his hands out of thin air and he stopped Miguel's attack. "You've got strength. This is going to be funny."

Storm continued to his place of work, and did his job as the manager of the music shop inside. A few customers had the nerve to proclaim that he didn't do anything at the store, but what did they know? He left when his shift was over and walked towards the center of town.

Both brothers keep fighting, trying to cut, hit or broke each other's body. Iron versus iron, good versus evil. They moved so fast that they were barely visible. The sound of the weapons crushing echoed through the street, which was empty, no one was there except for the two brothers and Kirby. "Come on, angel. You can do it better." Mikael taunted. Miguel gritted his teeth and continued fighting without saying a word.

Kirby stepped out of his house a gave a slight chuckle, "You won't believe this, but the collar was in the-" He stopped dead in his tracks, in front of him were blurs or gold and red light clashing. The clanging of metal echoes through the hollowed streets. His head ached from the noise and the return of the demon, whom he met earlier at the church. "Mikael Auditore da Firenze cease your assault, immediately!" He shouted, hoping deep down that the devil told the truth about being able to control him just by speaking his name. And though he was aware that Miguel could handle himself, he owed the angel his life. It was the least he could do.

Mikael stopped mid-air, some meters above the ceilings and looked down at Kirby. "You're dead, Father Cohen." His eyes flashed in red, luckily for him, he also knew the name of the priest, which allowed him to counter the effect of Kirby's words. He had to stop looking at the priest because Miguel attacked him again. "Mikael, right? Now everything is gonna be easier." Miguel had a wide smile on his face. "I don't think so!" Mikael had spotted a crack on Miguel's defenses, he attacked quickly and his axe reached Miguel's right wing. It broke the main bone and almost cut it in half vertically. At the same time Miguel changed the direction of his attack, his sword aimed for Mikael's stomach and when Mikael lifted his hands to attack him, Miguel cut his stomach deeply.

When his brain processed the pain Miguel screamed and fell to the ground spinning. Mikael clinged to his stomach and with a groan he disappeared. Miguel hit the ground in front of Kirby, a lot of his feathers spread around him and a pool of blood began to form in the ground. Terror flooded Miguel's factions, he couldn't move his wing. Not being able to fly was the worst punishment an angel could suffer. "M-my wing!" His voice was hoarse, fear dyed his words. He held his right shoulder and moaned in pain. "No, please. No."

Mikael appeared in his place. He had a house in Hell, most of his things were there and also there were medicines. Blood came out of his wound fast. He had to clean it and sewn it or he would die. He took all that he needed and starter treating the wound. He cleaned it with some water and a special "disinfectant" that took away all traces of holy energy. "That fucking priest!" He grimaced as the needle stuck into his flesh. "I'll kill him, I swear." He finished sewing the wound and put a bandage around it. Then he lay slowly on his bed, rest will fasten the regeneration, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Nia came from San Francisco, California. They had caught up to her there, but she was sure that this time she had found the perfect place to blend in and pretend to be human. In the back parking lot of the mall, when no one was around or looking, she shifted from her Eagle form to her human form. Allowing her hair to be the usual Dark Auburn red, curly and flowing down to her lower back. Her eyes, a light ice blue, looking like cold crystals shining in a dark cave. Her clothes were faded blue ripped jeans, black converse shoes, a black spaghetti-strap tank top, and a black leather jacket to go over. She quickly walked around to the front of the mall, pretending to have just arrived, and walked in through the front entrance like any normal human would do.

A few days had passed since his encounter with his twin. Mikael was in the mall, having a beer and looking for prey, when he saw her. She was a demon, just like him, and was pretending to be a normal human, but he could sense her presence as she could sense his. He looked at her, she looked young, in her teenages. He stayed away from her, he haven't got many friends amongst his own kind and he didn't trust any other demon.

She looked around, feeling as if she had eyes on the back of her head, but didn't see anyone. Worried, she quickly dipped into one of the stores, and back away from the entrance, looking around, with a guilty look on her face before she realized no one was paying attention to her and she calmed down. The cashier started eye-balling her suspiciously, probably thinking she was a theif, so she quickly started browsing throughout the women's clothing.

Wow, now that was something. Was she afraid of him? Playing with another demon was further funnier than playing with humans. He finished his beer and decided to approach her and observe her movements. She had dissapeared inside a shop, he walked towards it and watched through the storefront, there she was, looking clothes. He turned invisible, entered the shop and followed her. Surely, this was going to scare the crap out of that girl.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up and she got goosebumps. She looked around wildly, flames flashing in her eyes, before she quickly collected herself and took a deep breath in, calming herself to keep her cover. Once again feeling like she was being watched, she looked around, and once again seeing no one, she grabbed the first thing she saw in her size, a black mini skirt, then grabbed a white t-shirt and quickly jumped into the first available changing room. Once inside, she ran a hand through her hair, roughing it up some, then taking another deep breath, she calmed herself down, knowing that she was finally alone. She then looked at the clothing she had grabbed. She wasn't too fond of the t-shirt, they just weren't her style, but she kind of liked the mini skirt and shrugged, deciding to try it on.

Mikael followed the girl and stopped right in front of the changing room. He used an old trick and casted a cold breeze inside the changing room and made his own laughter sound near that girl's ear. He was enjoying himself.

Feeling the breeze and hearing the laughter, Nia screamed, and quickly got dressed back in her own clothes. She ran from the dressing room, throwing the clothes at the attendant, saying she was no longer interested in buying anything. She then ran from the store and looked around panicky. Once again seeing no one, she ran to the closest women's room and shouted for everyone to leave. They ignored her, so she let part of her demon out, her voice turning low and demonic, fire burning in her eyes. She yelled again and they all instantly went running out of the restroom. She then calmed herself and walked over to the sink, splashing water on her face and taking another deep breath in, the fire burning behind her eyes as she said to herself, "Okay Nia, get ahold of yourself. It's probably just some kid playing jokes. You're probably not the only one they did it to. Yeah, that's it. Just some human punk out to get it in the end." Splashing water on her face once more, she began to pace throughout the bathroom, trying to keep herself calm.

Mikael lost track of the girl until he saw a lot of women running and screaming. He walked in that direction and found the girl trying to calm down inside the bathroom. Then, he decided to show himself. "You're very funny. So scared." And he laughed. He was standing near the exit of the women's room, nothing showed that he wasn't human but his shining red eyes and his hair that looked like it was made out of blood. "And to think you're a demon." He smiled, showing his teeth.

She turned sharply, her hair whiping around her, anger in her eyes. "What do you want?" She stared at him, looking him up and down, seeing nothing other than his hair and eyes to give away that he wasn't human. "And what's it to you whether I am human or not?"

He shrugged. "I just wanna have fun." He approached her, confidently. "And it's funnier if you're not human." He put his hands on the sink, imprisoning her between the sink and his body. Their faces separated just by a few centimeters.

Pressing my back up close to the sink so that I was almost sitting on it, I stared back at him, trying to show the same confidence he showed, but failing miserably due to being taken off guard. My breath catching quickly, remembering the last time I was so close to a male, the memories flooding back at me, and making my throat heavy and my voice cracking as I spoke. "So your idea of having fun is scaring me to death?"

" 'course, it is. And. . . I dunno if you've noticed it, but we are. . . alone." He smiled evily. "I can do whatever I want with you. No one's gonna come here for a while."