Micheal Pendragon was standing— behind him was the door to the gymnasium, forever closed after the events of half a decade ago— not closed by Thidos, but out of respect by the others.

  A vibration was heard in his pockets, he took out his phone and saw a message from Pollux.

  “We’ll be there soon— just keep waiting.”

  The screen shut— in the reflection was Micheal’s face, he stared down— cumbersome before looking ahead, a large double door— it emerged, out of nowhere.

  “Was this the Lord’s doing?” The man grumbled— his gaze averting to the ground as he heard a squeak.

  “Pendragon, we’ve arrived.” A synchronised soft voice spoke.

  The door sprouted a black mist, a circular shape unfolded as two figures walked through— elegantly.

  Two pairs of equally short but older androgynous individuals stepped out, cloaked in wizardry and a hat to accompany— slick black hair sliding from underneath as their pointy shoes tapped against the ground, creating a slight melody— a tune.

  “Castor and Pollux— didn’t bring the rest?” Micheal titled his head— his gaze landing on one of the twins.

  “Wrong one— the right is Castor and I, the left, am Pollux.” The left one shook their head as the other giggled quietly.

  “Cheeky as always— it was your birthdays last week, sorry I wasn’t there for your 20th.” The Knight itched his head before gritting his teeth. “You know what’s been going on right?”

  “I understand your suspicion among the ‘Kingdom’, especially due to the fact there are more— figures than usual.” The twins spoke— their eyes carried no soul, no weight as they continued, “Everyone within the Cathedral is justified— nobody is a threat.”

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  “Nah— because how they got Miles out! I don’t believe it!” Micheal grabbed his chest— gripping as he spat, saliva hitting the marble floors.

  “You should quiet down— the First Angel may hear you.” The twins put a finger to their lip, “Zachariah…”

  Micheal’s eyes widened— he collapsed to ground, clutching his head and screaming.

  The twins stared— they stared.

  “Get yourself up, why are you so emotional? Ever since Miles and Amarze were banished— you’ve changed… it’s scary.” The twins grabbed onto Micheal who pushed them off aggressively.

  He stared at them— his eyes coiled into a spiral— but then straightened.

  “Because— it took him years…. years to find a New Saint— but for angels? Don’t you see the lord as forgone us? Don’t you see at your youth— how the old need to retire? Don’t fall into traps laid by the above— recene your love for the world.”

  “The Lord hears— the Lord has noted the blasphemy within your heart.” The twins pointed up to the ceiling.

  No longer bright but dark— dark red embassy filled the above as an eye— an eye peered from inside.

  “You should repent— no idea of love is combatted by idealism, just forgive your soul for your intuition” Castor shook his head.

  “No soul of mine resembles a hero but the opposite coincides with a liver— a beaten man with trails bleeding but no follower to rescue no heathen.” Micheal stomped.

  “Cryptic spoken at delicacy— relive your moments never to see.” Pollux grabbed their shoulder— twitching.

  “Death by all from Gods above— end times near but never—”“Blasphemy, the same rhetoric used by Samiel— her army….” Castor pointed— his finger trembling as Pollux shrieked.

  Thud.

  Drip.

  Drip.

  Drip.

  The eye from before started to leak— blood, dripping onto the floor.

  Steamy, hot— thick blood, it smelt.

  The smell of iron— rusted filled the air.

  The twins squealed— rushed, opened a portal and evacuated.

  As Micheal stood still— still within the flood.

  His tone didn’t regress.

  “Relasio is the moment of death by mortality but no reason to understand why? Just destroy the incoming blood in the seas of my eye— realise no one can save the humanity within this dye.”

  Flood.