It came with a great cost, but Uriel was used to making sacrifices these days. As for the mortals they had watched over for millennia, the right thing wasn’t always the easiest to do. And he knew he was doing the right thing, even if it meant tearing Heaven’s serenity apart by opposing factions.
“Despite your faults and mine, I couldn’t abandon you to that fate. I won’t be dogged by Metatron if I can help it.” He thought to the angels left in Metatron’s command. “This might be your greatest battle yet..”
“My greatest battle yet-...” The words tasted odd as he echoed the phrase. It was not right, it was not his battle. Michael’s only battle, was with Lucifer. Once that was done and he had defeated and locked away the former morning star, he would not have any more battles to fight.
“I’m supposed to face Lucifer, not that winged clay doll” To what point would that be? Taking back his position in heaven, for what reason? His cause would be done, that’s why he had kept himself from resting. “That puppet will not have heaven.” Michael hissed, unsure which one he meant, Metatron or Sitri, or both. “But what purpose do I have in leading it, if we succeed, if I reclaim it?”