Ratella's fist pounded on the grand door towering over his frame, its design the height of absolute control and royalty.
His strikes grew stronger and stronger casting away the looming silence encompassing the endless halls surrounding him.
"Enter!"
A thunderous voice reared its head out of the shadows, inducing Ratella's body to shake uncontrollably for a brief second.
Absolute authority oozed from the voice betraying no sense of weakness laced within.
Ratella pushed the doors open with surprisingly little force, its structure hollow and weightless.
A single figure lounged in the room atop a silver throne made of the finest materials. Two heavenly wings standing tall behind the man stretching to the ends of the room.
Ratella carefully approached the throne, a sense of fear and unease dancing along his nerves.
The man's full figure eventually got into his view, a charming young man sat lazily upon the throne appearing to have no thought about what others would think.
Long snow white hair draped down to his shoulder matching his milky complexion. His eyes were completely covered by two wings, their colouring slightly different from the others. An almost blinding divine light emanating from their form shrouding himself in God's divinity.
The strain it put on Ratella caused him to look downwards towards the man's feet where two wings nestled themselves into the souls of his feet.
A long white and silver garb covered every inch of his skin from prying eyes, its design and colouring much like the one Ratella was wearing.
The man jumped up from his throne without uttering a word to the boy standing tall before disappearing from view, no trace left of his existence.
Ratella frantically looked around the expansive room trying to locate the missing monarch.
Michael reappeared right next to Ratella walking softly and looking down upon the boy inspecting his form.
Excalibur hissed in its scabbard, its usual harmonic melody twisted into a hideous screech reaching his ears despite the presence of his vision.
His mystical sword was screaming for Ratella to leave immediately sensing an unbridled and limitless power emanating from the Tyrant.
Ratella placed his hand atop the blade grasping its pommel but this did not dispel Excalibur's endless verbal assault only heightening its effects.
Blocking out all other forms of noise from the surrounding area, Michael did not utter a word even when standing in his proximetry.
Quietly observing Ratella.
Excalibur's pleas of retreat only grew louder in the next couple of seconds until its effects were becoming unbearable causing one of his ears to bleed golden.
Excalibur wasn't the only thing warning the boy of looming danger, his brain began to throb and pound against the base of his skull sensing the potential danger in the air.
Ratella acted on instinct, lifting Excalibur out of its scabbard, raising the blade in a defensive posture, flat face of the blade facing away from him.
Lifting it towards the nearest source of danger closing in on him, a jagged wing tip thrusting into the boy at an alarming pace launching him backwards.
Michael sidestepped the boy offering no help as his body fell limp into one of the many silver columns supporting the room.
The Tyrant's onslaught wasn't over however as another one of his wings came barreling towards the boy's fallen form.
Thinking as quickly as able he assessed the best course of action being to harden his wings into an unbreakable armor. Shielding his form with his four wings as the Tyrant's wing impacted with him.
Ratella's wings strained under the stress emitted from his attack but then held firm warding off his attack.
Michael pulled back his wings before striking once again into the boy's defenses.
Ratella rooted his wings deep into the floor below supporting their defenses.
"What do I do? Why is he doing this to me? Am I going to die?" thought Ratella floods of questions appearing in his mind.
His composure was beginning to crack under the stress of battle but Luna's words and teachings began to appear in his mind.
"Cover my eyes and let my hearing point the way." mumbled Ratella commanding his wings to cover his eyes and pointing his full focus onto one point, the Tyrant.
Excalibur's shouts calmed, matching its master's composure. Its melody returned to a delightful tune of harmonic nature.
The fluttering of Michael's wings could be heard to Ratella's ears as they pounded against his own, withdrawing his wings, he weaved past their half drawn attacks dashing along their exterior lunging at Michael, sword drawn and slashing at his neck.
His sword crashed into the side of Michael's neck leaving a small scratch oozing a golden liquid briefly before closing itself.
Ratella's attack should have cleaved his head off although inexperienced he wasn't naive enough to doubt his own strength.
Leaping backwards pointing his sword in Michael's directions and securing his feet to the ground. Listening through laboured breaths for any sounds signalling another attack
Soft footsteps encroached on him although their sound gave no intent of hostility or violence. His once ominous aura dissipated replacing it with a soft and serene aura.
However this shift didn't dampen Ratella's ever growing fears and anxiety revolving around the Tyrant approaching him.
"Stop." commanded Michael, the authority embedded within his voice unyielding and overwhelming to the boy causing him to lower his blade and assume an unguarded stance, completely open to danger.
"Let me go!" shouted Ratella trying to break the man's control over him.
Their meeting had gone differently within his mind never had he considered this outcome.
"Release." complied Michael releasing his grip upon his life.
Ratella collapsed to his knees wheezing through breaths, the pressure of Michael's authority causing immense strain on his body slowing the flow of divinity in his body.