Camp Heaven | Open

[viceroyofheaven]

Michael had always considered it an advantage that she knew her own strength. She considered it simple propriety that she acknowledged it only in a practical, wartime capacity. Certain angels, one in particular, got a little too involved in theirs. They had paid for it, too. Now the time had come when that one particular brother was a practical concern again, a foreordained final contest which Michael fully intended to win.

Part of knowing her own strength was recognizing when it was being too evenly matched to result in a decisive victory.

This was one of those times.

But Michael was nothing if not resourceful. If her existing forces were insufficient to tip the balance, there were other talent pools to be drawn from. Creation was not limited to what was in front of her - and thankfully they were well past the days when her followers would have been inclined to argue the point - and there was nothing expressly forbidding her from doing so.

Today was the first day of a new phase of the war. She had spent the early part of it directing matters as usual, but the afternoon and evening were to be devoted exclusively to her recruits.

In a grand building beside an airfield that was an echo of an earlier, human war, Michael's war room awaited new recruits, tailored to their comfort, meant to take the edge off sudden relocation. For those who appeared farther away (it was not, unfortunately, an exact science at that distant a remove) Michael herself would be there to meet them as soon as she could.

Today was the first day the End began anew.