Rael and Arut approached the Celestial Palace, their appearances altered by magic to blend in with the celestial beings who populated the city. Rael’s radiant wings were concealed, and her halo dimmed to a mere glimmer. Arut’s dark, leathery wings were transformed into elegant, feathery ones, and his demonic aura was masked by a serene glow.

“We must be careful,” Rael whispered, her eyes scanning the bustling streets. “If anyone recognizes us, it could ruin everything.”

Arut nodded, his eyes sharp and alert. “We’ll need to find allies—angels who believe in justice and are willing to stand against Michael.”

As they navigated through the city, they overheard conversations about a gathering at the Hall of Light. Rael recognized it as an opportunity. “We should attend,” she said. “We might find sympathetic ears there.”

The Hall of Light was filled with celestial beings, their luminescence casting a warm glow across the grand space. Rael and Arut stayed at the back, listening carefully. Archangel Gabriel, known for his fairness and wisdom, stood at the center, addressing the crowd.

“We must remain vigilant,” Gabriel said, his voice calm but authoritative. “The border between Heaven and Hell is unstable. We need unity and strength.”

Rael took a deep breath and stepped forward, her voice steady. “Archangel Gabriel, may I speak?”

The hall fell silent as Gabriel turned to her. “Who are you, and what do you wish to say?”

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“I am Rael,” she said, her disguise flickering for a moment. “I was sent to the Necromella Forest on a mission, but it was a trap set by Archangel Michael. I’ve returned with proof of his treachery.”

Murmurs spread through the hall as Rael and Arut revealed their true forms. Gabriel’s eyes widened, but he held up a hand to silence the crowd. “Let them speak,” he commanded.

Rael recounted her journey, the trap, and how Arut had helped her. When she finished, Gabriel turned to Arut. “Why should we trust a demon?”

Arut met his gaze evenly. “Because Rael saved me when she had no reason to. Her compassion showed me a different path. I stand with her because she embodies the true spirit of what Heaven should be.”

Gabriel looked thoughtful. “Your words carry weight. We will investigate these claims.”

Gabriel, Rael, Arut, and a small group of trusted angels made their way to Michael’s chambers. The archangel was seated at his desk, his expression darkening as they entered.

“What is the meaning of this?” Michael demanded.

“Michael,” Gabriel said, his voice stern. “We have reason to believe you sent Rael on a suicide mission. Explain yourself.”

Michael’s eyes flashed with anger. “Rael is weak. I sought to test her, to see if she could be of any use.”

Gabriel’s expression hardened. “Your actions were reckless and deceitful. You’ve betrayed the trust placed in you as an archangel.”

Michael sneered. “You think you can remove me from power? I have many loyal to me.”

Rael stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. “Power is not just about strength, Michael. It’s about integrity and compassion. You’ve forgotten what it means to be a true angel.”

Michael laughed coldly. “You? A lecture from the soft-hearted Rael?”

Before anyone could react, Michael lunged at Rael, his sword appearing in his hand. Arut moved swiftly, intercepting the attack and pushing Michael back.

“Enough!” Gabriel’s voice boomed, his authority unmistakable. “Michael, you are relieved of your duties. You will be judged for your actions.”

Michael glared at them, but he knew he was outnumbered. With a final look of contempt, he was escorted away by Gabriel’s loyal angels.