Innocence

A man in white who had not been there before appeared. He walked with a deadly grace into the circle, and the demons clumsily bowed to him in honour.

Mikell set the girl whose name was Natasha down. She was still crying, and he meant to protect her to the death.

His eyes were now on the man in white, Lucifer, in one of his many guises. He could not fool Mikell any longer, for he now had the knowledge of the world and the heavens.

His eyes met Lucifer’s, that deadly gaze penetrating. A twinge of fear knotted his stomach.

The man in white drew a long, night black sword from a sheath at his side. The deadly blade was about half the size of its wielder's body. He held it with ease.

Mikell was suddenly aware of the sheath at his side. He drew the long sword from it. It was made of pure silver but somehow it was light as a feather. A flash of light surged from the heavens and encompassed the sword in a brilliant white flame. What’s going on?

The demons screamed and howled at the sword of light, wanting to run away. They were held there though.

The man in white spoke, "Now it ends Michael. Your God grows old, and I win."

Mikell felt it ending. Evil could be seen everywhere in the world. It surrounded him. The archangel and a young girl against all the armies of the night.

We’ll see about that. The voice was like sharp knives in his mind piecing him. Ha! Lets Dance Michael!

The man in white rushed toward him with the deadly black sword raised high readying a downstroke.

Blink.

The knowledge of the Samurai will serve you well one day my son. You will know the day. Old Anjerasu’s voice faded away.

Mikell then saw the old man’s face in the distance of his mind. "Don’t go Anjerasu! Teach me still!"

Blink.

Lucifer was almost upon him now. Mikell noticed his blood red eyes now. Fear coursed through his whole body.

The art of the sword was strong in him. He felt the sword’s existence and was at one with it.

The way Lucifer ran at him with his sword raised was suicidal, it only took a swift movement to counter that attack and kill the opponent. He’s up to something

He felt the laughter of the Devil, piercing him like a blade of ice.

The down stroke came and was parried away by Mikell’s blade of light. Lucifer returned with a chop across the chest, which was again deftly parried away by Mikell.

Fear built in him. I can’t kill him. I never have! I never will! Lord help me!

The two continued the timeless dance of the ages, Mikell never attacking or lunging forward. He only defended.