"What makes you think that I would let you take an innocent soul from Heaven and allow the soul to leave with a demon like you?" asked Michael, his eyes were calm and his expression passive as he looked at Calhoun. "I would have never thought that you were a demon, less a Devil's grandson. You have been hiding it from everyone."
"Trust me, I had no idea until Vladimir appeared in front of me," smiled Calhoun and the amount of fire that was in his hands only grew more prominent.
Michael found it hard to believe.
When it came to identifying level one demons, the angels and the archangels found it hard because they didn't have enough intel on them. With most of the level one demons dead thanks to the Devil, it had reduced most of their work. But the level one demons who still existed, they were hard to spot, and it had often put angels in a challenging position.
He knew Calhoun closely as he had worked along with Paschar in the High House, and in that whole one decade, not once had it occurred to them that Calhoun was more than a vampire and King Laurence's son.
"Where is Madeline?" questioned Calhoun.
"It would be best if you leave this place now and forget about her," advised Michael, and he brought his staff forward. "We had nothing to do with her death in the living world. Her soul was brought here because it rightfully belongs to Heaven. I will give you a chance, Calhoun, just because I knew you in the living world, while forgetting you are related to the Devil. Leave Heaven and never come back because demons are not welcomed in here."
A large gust of wind blew across the place where everyone stood, and Calhoun stared at Michael.
A chuckle escaped from Calhoun's lips, and the angels looked at the demon with an apprehensive look in their eyes, "I am not leaving Heaven without Madeline, Michael. You either give her to me, and we leave in peace without causing any trouble here. Or I will take her by force while creating chaos in here. Why do you want to hurt your fellow angels?"
A spark of fire lit in Michael's eyes by hearing Calhoun's words.
Michael had seen many demons, but never had he seen anyone like Calhoun who now had antlers on his head. Even the Devil didn't possess an appearance like this, and Calhoun's presence only put a threat in Heaven.
Michael had always spread harmony, and he had no interest to fight. But if Calhoun and Vladimir were going to create trouble, he would not hold himself back. The archangels were assigned to maintain order and to protect the people. He wouldn't allow a demon or a Devil to steal a soul from here so that they could taint it!
"Suit yourself," came Calhoun's next words.
Before anyone knew, the archangel and the demon with antlers clashed against each other. Michael used his golden staff while Calhoun had manifested a weapon in his hand, holding it, that looked like a burning iron rod covered with fire.
The force that both of them used, it sent out a vibration through the wind and people around them could see the intensity with the way they fought. Sparks flew with every clash and crash, but neither stopped or held back in attacking the other in the sky. When both Calhoun and Michael moved towards the ground of the clouds, the gathered clouds moved away from their places because of their agility, sweeping them away.
"The Salvette Mortem was supposed to bring her soul to Hell, but one of your angels brought her here," said Calhoun, blocking Michael's staff which he had brought up and above his head so that Calhoun's staff would not hit his head. "By doing that, you only waged war with me!"
Michael used all his strength to keep Calhoun's attack away from him. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, the archangel knew Calhoun was strong, but he hadn't expected Calhoun to be as strong as him.
"You know what the problem is with you demons? It is that you believe in snatching things by force and going against the rules," responded Michael. He pushed Calhoun's burning metal rod away and put all his might in his hand to swing his golden staff at Calhoun.
The other angels who stood away from them, witnessed the impressive fight that was taking place in front of them. It didn't look like it would be getting over any time soon.
"I don't care about your other souls here. The only person I want is Madeline," declared Calhoun, his movements persistent. Michael's body disappeared from the place, and in an instant, he came to stand behind Calhoun. Michael hit Calhoun with his staff, sending the demon flying to a distance before Michael caught hold of his footing in the air.
The angels looked happy, noticing the blood that appeared from the demon's mouth that he spat it out.
"It is not too late to leave, Calhoun," advised Michael with a small frown on his face.
Calhoun ran his tongue around the corner of his lips, and he then looked up at Michael, "Do you think you are the only one with tricks?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. Like Michael, he was able to apparate from where he stood, and he came to stand behind Michael.
Michael's eyes widened as he hadn't expected a person from the living world like Calhoun to be able to apparate. Soon enough, Calhoun had brought the burning rod to take a successful hit against the archangel. But Michael was quick to recover and the fight between the two looked like it was not going to end anytime soon.