"I do think, Jehovah said to his archangel Michael, that we have to be prepared to fight a battle that may be a lot more insidious, than a general call to arms and conflict.
This if it came to it, they could never realistically hope to win. No, this more than likely shall become the frenzied moral battle for the hearts and souls of angel and Man alike".
"We will still win that battle father, if it goes that way too! Michael emphasised.
"Im not so sure son. It looks quite bad at the moment.
It may be a close run affair, going either way.
It is heartening to hear you being so confident son, but then again as you said we did presume that this would occur one day.
I may need to call on you, very heavily in the future, son. Things may get a little rough around here.
I will need the strength and loyalty of my firstborn.
Do you trust me, Michael"?
"Do I trust you ? Im concerned that you have need to ask me. You know, I only live to serve and honour you, as always sir".
"Good, then go son, and watch over my kingdom and serve me well".
Michael bowed out to go to his quarters and consult with his host, his corps of angels.
