Angels gather in great hall (the Holy)

All the various hierarchies of servants of the most high were congregating in the immense great hall of the Temple complex in heaven, called the Holy, which was adjacent to the Most Holy, the spiritual centre of the universe and the sacred quarters of the Most High
They had come to confront heavens`s first real crisis since its inception eons ago.
Inside the massive auditorium, mutterings and murmerings were evident in the various cliques and there was a deffinate huddling around the charismatic and cocky Cherub Keruv, the master of the garden on earth,and some of his escorts, Frigga and Tiw.
He and his officers were debating vigorously amongst the gathered angels.
It was well known through out the higher echelons, that Keruv had been the prime instigator of this crisis and the intrigued congregation of servants were eager to hear or to haveconfirmed, the rumour that were rife inthe complex. That the guardian Cherub of the garden was objecting to the Most High`s present policy regarding the rulership of mankind.

At that moment the Temple heralds blew on the cerimonial trumpets to summon the heads of hosts to attention, and a way was cleared for Michael, the foremost servant of theMost High, to come forward.
The trumpets also anounced the imminent arrival of the Lord.
Michael, his strong athletic build allowing him to hop up in one bound onto the dais, then brushed his jet black hair over his head and imediately called the crowds to " rise, for his majesty is now here".
The crowd then rose in repect for Jehovah their God, as he walked out onto the raised dais, escorted by his body guards the Seraphim.
A muffled cheer could be heard from the back, epecially from the lower ranks, who didnt get to see their God so often as they were frequently about their hosts business.

It was a wonderful sight to behold. He was of broad stocky build, dark thick short hair and looked around forty human years of age with a slightly puffy face and blue eyes.
The whole area around him shimmered with a radiance of different hues of colour, changing from one subtle shade to another every few seonds.
The Seraphim shimmered too but like like burning hot coals.
There was a distinct aura of total majesty in his presence.
Michael now approached him and knelt to kiss his hand, and to offer fealty as the master placed his hand apon Michaels head.

Seconds later Michael quickly rose up off his knee to address the awaiting throng of onlookers, his dark brown eyes searching out to see them.
In his gruff court polished accent, he spoke "Servants of the Most High