#64 Saviour of Angels

The seraph Susath ascended through the clouds on wings of splendour. Around him flew cherubim, seraphim, ophanim, angels and archangels and all the company of heaven, their perfect voices raised in pure harmonies of praise. Such was the magnificence of the angelic host of the False Messiah that their glory would surely overwhelm any mortal soul. Susath considered it a mercy that they were here above the clouds, where their splendour was shrouded from any earthly creatures below.

Raising his voice in worship as their next hymn started, he turned to his brother seraph Lailar, their smiles radiant, their eyes wet with tears of joy. "There is hope in the Way of the Rose!"

Suddenly, the angelic voices faltered, subdued by a deep, roaring drone emanating from the clouds beneath them. Looking down, Susath beheld a dark shape emerging from the fog. In an instant it burst into view: a massive sky devil, bulbous and black, and surrounded by a foul swarm of lesser devils of various sizes. Each abomination had many eyes and many mouths and from them they spat defiling fire and burning coals into the angelic host. There was war in heaven!

Ectoship (Grunstock Gunhauler) of the Gheist-busters

Endrinmaster Spengler

Skywardens

As one, the angelic host soared down towards the sky-devils' attack, bravely plummeting on shining wings to drive back the evil enemy. But even as they valiantly threw themselves at their terrible foe, the firey darts of the evil ones hit home with devastating effect on the holy beings. Susath watched horrified as around him, cherubim and archangels alike crumpled as the sky-devils' missiles pierced their sacred frames.

He inclined his head again to his brother seraph Lailar as they fearlessly hurtled toward the foe. Their eyes met and an eternity of spiritual wisdom was imparted in that look: without a miracle, their immortality ended today. Yet its end would be in sacred duty and holy glory.

But suddenly, the spitting mouths of the greatest sky-devil fell silent. Susath and Lailar turned their gaze towards it and beheld the miracle they had sought. Grappling with the spawn of hell was a mighty spiritual being, resplendent with a glory the likes of which they had never before beheld. Even as they watched, their Rescuer rent the sky-devil asunder and cast it down from heaven to the mortals' realm below. The Saviour of Angels had come: the Lord of Hosts.

In perfect harmony, the two Seraphim cried out his name in worship: "Elohiim! Elohiim! Elohiim!"

#65 ELOHIIM LORD OF HOSTS