Just then a bird cage fell atop the small Gabriel, entrapping him within its walls.
"If you will not go into combat with me," Michael said in his deep voice. He put a hand against his chest in a fist over his empty but loving tender heart. He bowed on one knee in a knightly manner. Then please, tell us how we can retrieve Gabriel from his birdcage prison?"
"You have to all have pleasurable sin of the flesh, eternal lust, if you want to have Gabriel back. The demon said snickering. His voice was coarse and disgusting. You have to all have sexual intercourse, all-together, if you want to have your pretty little Gabriel back.
"What?" Michael replied in surprise while batting his long-lashed eyes.
"Yes, I said what I said." The demon responded back in a menacing way he walked alked around crookedly with his arms up is a sluggish manner.
"Help me." The small and weak Gabriel cried. He batted his large eyes as tears ran down his face. "He shook the cage bars in fear and he could feel the heat of sin burn at his fingertips from the otherworldly-spawn metal."
"Okay, I will do as you say, but you will be sorry." Michael yelled and Raphael nodded back accordingly with desire.
"What did you say to me?" Michael replied in surprise.
"Yes, I said what I said." The glaring demon responded back in a menacing way.
"Help me Michael. Help me Raphael. Please." Gabriel cried. He batted his large girlish eyes as gems of tears ran down his face. "He shook the silver and bright cage bars in fear, throwing his head back and forth, and back and forth again. and he could feel the smoldering heat of sinful fire burn away at his innocent fingertips from the metal of the giant saintly birdcage.
"Okay, I will do as you say, but you will be sorry for making me do it." Michael yelled and Raphael nodded submissively and desirously back accordingly.
God did not hesitate. With a soft but firm gesture, he hurled a bolt of celestial tender lightning at the encroaching swarm. But amidst the chaos, a jagged, unnatural embossed cage of hell-spawned iron plummeted from the sky, slamming down over Gabriel. He was trapped. He was trapped like a birdy.
Gabriel followed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I…" His lashes fluttered, his fingers twisting in the fabric of his robe. "I am Gabriel." His wings then begin to beat nervously, as if afraid of their own beauty.
God's voice, warm as the dawn yet vast as the glistening cosmos, filled the chamber.
"I am proud of you, my children."
But the Otherworld's peace then shattered.
A dissonant blare of bronze trumpets split the air. Cherubs inhumanly shrieked, their tiny voices piercing the sanctity of the moment. "The abyss between us all rises! The demons in the black and fallen glowing light come hither!"
Before the archangels could react to the warning, a cage of blackened birdcage iron crashed from the sky, ensnaring Gabriel within its burning prison bars. A demon, a grotesque mockery of holy creation, slithered forward, its voice a grating rasp. "If you wish to save your precious little messenger, you will prove your devotion… through sin."
Its grin was a wound in the fabric of reality. "Flesh must answer flesh. Here. Now. Before the eyes of Heaven."
Gabriel's angelic cries tore through the halls. The heat—it burns! Please, please, make it stop!"
His sweet ethereal wings thrashed against the cage, his fingers blistering against the infernal impenetrable metal.
Michael fell to one knee, his voice raw with agony. "We are warriors of light, not playthings for your filth!" Yet his lashed eyes flickered to Gabriel, trapped and trembling.
The demon's laughter was the sound of breaking stone. "Then let him burn."
Desperation clawed at their hearts. With a choked sob, Michael turned to Raphael. "We have no other choice."
The demon unlocked the large bird cage.
What followed was an absolute violation of the sacred. Michael's pale body moved against Gabriel's, his strength a cruel contrast to the smaller angel's fragility. Raphael took Gabriel from behind, his touch a mix of reverence and despair. Gabriel's voice broke between sobs and moans, his wings beating uselessly against the severe pain. "It hurts—it hurts so much—but I love it…"
The demon watched, gloating. "Good. Very good. Do continue."
The demon, a creature of distorted yet still alluring shapes and shadowy, suffocating erotic heat, slithered toward them fading into black and presence as he approached them. "If you wish for your precious, pretty little fragile Gabriel to remain pure and untouched," the equally beautiful but evil creature sneered, his voice a coarse rasp, "you must prove your devotion through sins. You must all partake in the act of flesh, here, before the eyes of the heavens itself."
The beautiful and tenderly androgynous angel, Michael fell to one knee, his hand clutching his flat chest while God himself had breasts. "We are warriors of light, not tools of your traumatic, dramatic, disgusting filth," he roared, though his eyes darted to Gabriel, who was trembling, his fingers searing against the burning unearthly bars of the bird cage prison. His hair flowed like blossoms in the spring in pink rosy gardens and grazing bountiful fields.
"Help me," Gabriel cried, his voice breaking. He shook the bars, his head snapping back and forth in terror. "The heat—it burns my heart! I can't feel it anymore!"
The black lace-clad demon chuckled, a sound like grinding stone that switched to soft feigned innocent sweetness. "The choice is yours, Prince. Let him burn, or let him satisfy the eternal darkness."
Driven by a desperate, agonized need to save their brother in light, Michael and Raphael submitted as they had no choice but wished to obey. The demon unlocked the gleaming abyssal Hades-esque cage, and the air turned cold and thick with the scent of impending aphrodisiatic tragedy.
What followed was a blur of forced floral and marshmallow perfume-like sensations—a soft cream and pastel and dreamy flowering nightmare of celestial bodies being pushed to their arousing limits. Michael mounted the smaller archangel, his golden, soft muscular frame a stark contrast to Gabriel's delicate, waifish form. Raphael moved behind them, his touch grounding yet desperate as the scene unfolded, a perverse mockery of the eternal love they were meant to embody together as two people that transcended it all.
Raphael took himself behind Gabriel's soft angelic-hair-crowned head and held him by the waist from the back. Michael began to move his waist roughly over Gabriel's penis, their cocks touching. He gripped firmly unto the long locks of celestial blonde hair that found itself intermingled under holy clothing.