Underneath the Holy Seat, Michael stood in the shadows of the underground storage rooms. He heard rats scurrying around, trying to claw their way into the barrels and the occasional distant laughter. But what stuck out to him was the echoing footsteps.
"Elijah." Seeing a figure walk past, Michael called out. Elijah jumped and pulled his sword, holding it at Michael's neck.
"Lord above." Elijah sheathed the blade and shook his head, "You can't be normal." Michael smirked, making Elijah do the same.
"We haven't had a chance to properly speak since you returned. How have you been?"
"Fine," Elijah looked around and clicked his tongue, "Can't say the same for you. What is so important that we have to meet here? Away from everyone."
Michael lowered his head in shame and ground his teeth. "The Church is a lie, Elijah. I don't know when, but at some point it had betrayed Sol."
