"I will not stand for this foolishness," Michael declared as he descended from the sky and stood between Bedivere and Caradoc. He was bloodied, his armor and clothes singed, and his left arm was in a makeshift sling, but he still managed to hold an air of power and authority. Even on the verge of exhaustion his voice rang out clear and powerful. "We don't have the time or luxury to afford your personal squabbles." He turned to Caradoc, Guinier, Azur, and Barachiel. "You four." His voice dripped with disappointment and exhausted anger. "You disobeyed direct orders from every source; from Bedivere, from the Council, and from me. And not only did you disobey these orders, but you went ahead and did the exact opposite!"
Michael fumed silently; he was unused to such insubordination. The angels of heaven would never have disobeyed him so blatantly; not because of fear or possibility of punishment, but they would have simply never even considered such a disgraceful course of action. The mission was paramount to everything else, and these four had jeopardized everything.
"I can barely stand the sight of you," Michael snapped. "Look around, hear their screams; this might have been prevented if you had done as you were told and stayed put." He stopped; realizing words could not express the magnitude of his frustration, not only at those four, but at himself and the others as well. They had also failed in their task of protecting the city and defeating Mephistopheles. The difference, however, was that they had given it everything they had; their failure was not from lack of trying.
"If it were in my power I would have you court-marshaled and thrown in prison," Michael said, his voice even and unwavering. "But as it stands, that decision is not mine. You're dismissed. Permanently. I don't want to see any of you again until this is over."
Michael spread his wings and took to the sky, no longer trusting himself to remain civil with the others.
"You could always help us with the remodeling," Loki suggested to the four. He motioned to the devastation. "Or not. Perhaps there are other cities that need abandoning." He waved them off and walked away. "I won't always be around to clean up your mess."
Ahura Mazda chose not to involve himself in the disputes between the Peacemakers. It was not his place to chastise them; or if it was, he had no stomach for it. Again he had witnessed the destruction of his city, the deaths of possibly hundreds of its citizens. He turned to his fellow Council members.
"Yu Huang, Amaterasu," he spoke to the OwRyumon and Phoenixmon. "If you would join with me and lend me your power I might be able to reverse some of this damage." It was why he had called the two gods to join him on the Council in the first place. They were like-minded, strong of conviction, gods of creation and goodness.
"Of course, Ahura Mazda," Amaterasu nodded. She and Yu Huang followed the Goldramon high into the sky. They circled the mighty dragon, lending him a constant supply of their power so that he might complete his task.
"In my left hand is sealed destruction, and sealed is shall remain," Ahura Mazda spoke. He raised his right hand. "In my right hand is sealed creation; creation now cast, now unsealed, now Summoned!" From the blue vambrace leapt a jagged dragon-shaped bolt. The spirit of creation and regeneration, Umon of the Blue Thunder, howled forth. The spirit dragon circled the city, drawing with it all its power. It raced through the streets and into homes and buildings, spreading its power as it did, and slowly the city rebuilt, byte by byte, as Umon administered the power of creation.
"A new plan? Why? Was this not exactly the plan I described to you before?" Loki asked, the corners of his mouth upturned in the faintest hint of a smirk. "Did we not draw Mephistopheles out into the open, to fight on our terms? Did this not almost lead to his defeat? Do whatever seals that lie here remain unbroken?" Loki shook his head. "My plan nearly resulted in Mephistopheles's defeat and exorcism. My recommendation remains the same; recreate the seals and fix what he has broken. But by all means, let's talk about it some more; we couldn't possibly waste any more time."“We need to discuss your plan, sir Loki. It seems that Mephistopheles isn’t one to simply stand by as the Peacemakers wait for him to do his work they can fix it. While, with your help, we may have been able to drive him away, I highly doubt that he’s going to take this lightly. We need another plan of action.”
Samael strode over to the assembled Peacemakers. "Y'all look like sh*t," he said, though mostly to Khep, Pyra, and Lucia. "How 'bout I fight the Horsemen next time. You guys can deal with that creepy little wolf dude." He scratched the back of his head. "He tried to eat me. Do you know how awkward that is? Anyway, I'm pretty sure now that bullets are an appetite suppressant, 'cus after I filled him fulla' holes he stopped with the whole eating thing. I keep tellin' everybody. There ain't no point in tryin' to look more bad*ss than me. Because I'll kill you. And then you're gonna look pretty stupid."
He read the guilty expressions and regret on the faces of Caradoc, Guinier, Azur, and Pyra, and he raised an eyebrow. He looked over to Bedivere and saw his fury, Michael's disappointment, and the awkwardness permeating the air between them.
"What's goin' on?" he asked. "What the hell did I miss?"