“Let me talk to Lucifer. I will get him to stand down as well. Humanity will thrive if you both leave this be. They can make a comeback if you don’t waste what little hope of peace they have.” He sighed and stared at the archangel. He didn’t understand how God could feel such love for Michael.
“What if he does not? I cannot even imagine he would allow his success to be simply taken away from him like that. When then would you have me do?” Michael’s tone was on the very of threatening as he clearly doubted the prophet’s ability to make his brother surrender this world.
Chuck sat down on the ground with a thud, his head in his hands. He had lost his confidence. He had no idea how to make them all listen. He didn’t know where God had gone; his presence wasn’t that strong anymore. Does God sleep? Chuck didn’t know and he was confused. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I just know that… You all have to stop this or something terrible will happen. Something worse than anything ever before.”
"Something bad already has happened." Michael began as he crouched down, balancing on the balls of his feet. "If he isn’t stopped there will not be anything left of this world. I wish I didn’t have to do this, really I do, but he has left me no choice."