Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Heated hate

"I've gathered you all here today, to...speak of these events that have transpired," Michael announced to the room occupied by his family, aplomb hands meshed on the lacquered oval table. A copper incense burner was posed preceding him. He closed his eyes, and silence ironed out over them, reaching the baroque wooden walls. "Lucifer..."

The blonde beauty, Jophiel sited her hands on the long table. "I do not understand how this has happened, brother. Why were we not alerted of his presence?"

Gabriel nodded, the ornate chandelier reflecting off of his red hair. "I agree. If all of us had descended, we could have ended his tyranny once and for all. Most importantly, this many lives would not have been lost."

"I understand that well. I too am upset about this, but first we need to understand how he has gotten away with this, so we can prevent this from ever happening again."

"It seems that Lucifer had succeeded in splitting his core. He controls his vessels by inserting these shards." Raphael slid the array of pictures to his sister, who handed it to Zadkiel, and who then passed it to Ezekiel. He leafed through them, stopping on the picture of Bri. "Ezekiel? You have witnessed many of these accounts."

"I...have." The cherub glanced at the two empty chairs near him, then the one beside Gabriel, unease creeping up his skin. Why wasn't his father here yet? He transferred the photos to Camael, sitting diagonal. "I...even sealed the part of Lucifer to Mammon's core."

Zadkiel creased his eyebrows, the loose bun with naval blue strands sinking shook. "Was there not a black shard?"

"No, only shadows. It...may sound strange, but these shadows clashed a lot."

The head of the table narrowed his eyes. "Clashed?"

"This demon, Mammon. What is his status?" The redhead questioned.

"He was converted, and entered Heaven on the same day it happened. But, as a demon, he was a...lower class pride."

Raphael nodded at the oldest.. "That could explain why."

"No. If he was a lower class, Lucifer would have full control over him, no matter the circumstance."

"That's...true," the albino corroborated. "In the footage, when Lucifer was close to killing Adona, Mammon took over and stopped him."

Zadkiel smirked to himself, red ammolite eyes sparkling. "So, that means there has to be a stronger relation aye?"

The blonde woman trained her attention to him. "Like what?"

"Shouldn't the angel of love know?"

"You mean his-"

The majestic doors, far from the discussion opened and every head turned. Uriel stepped in, defiance distinct on his face, like his wife who linked arms with him forced the man along. She wore a plain black gown, a golden string tied around her stomach with a cross roused on her chest. Radiant wheels within wheels were around her face, obscuring her eyes as they walked to the free seats.

The young virtue sauntered in after, bowing hesitantly to the room, with fresh orange flame markings around his eyes. Each nerve in his body was short circuiting. He was anxious beyond belief.

"Silas..."

He took the plush beige seat opposing Michael.

"What happened that day?"

Ezekiel smiled at his brother for support, however, Silas didn't even look his way. "I was upset and angry."

"You realise that your scream, set off a fire that killed every person within close proximity." The King inhaled. "An 'I was upset' just won't cut it."