“Michael and his angels were fighting against the dragon and its angels” (Revelation 12:7).
After the amazing musical led by Vulpine, excitement was in the air. Everyone was anticipating what would happen next in the joyous celebration. Since time was never a problem in this kingdom, often these grand occasions went on and on. No one seemed in a hurry to get home, and sleep wasn’t required as it was back on earth.
Then the atmosphere changed instantly. Vulpine shouted harshly to the guards attending Theos on the field, “Now!”
The action began with great precision. Allen winced as he watched. Great numbers of rebels swarmed over the Phims and then secured Theos to his throne with huge chains and carried it off the field. “The rebel forces are the same creatures who were plotting with Vulpine in the forest clearing!” Allen realized.
The others in the stadium didn’t know what was happening. “They probably assume the drama is part of the celebration.” Allen felt helpless and wondered if he was right in his evaluation that he was watching a takeover? “Has the rebellion begun? Could this be it?”
The rebels quickly transported the throne toward one of the passageways leading to the rear of the palace. Others blocked all the exits from the stands.
“Hey! Something’s wrong!” one of the onlookers bellowed out.
Gabe strained intently to try to understand what was going on. He turned to Allen and said, “Stay here, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He bolted toward the rebels who were attempting to kidnap Theos. More unrest and commotion rumbled throughout the stadium as others realized something out of the ordinary was happening, that was not a part of the festivities.
The kidnappers plowed through the tunnel into the rear courtyard of the palace. From where Allen was sitting, he had a bird’s eye view of what was taking place. In the courtyard many other armed rebels were assembled. “Those must be the ones from the northern region that one of the rebels mentioned to Vulpine at the forest meeting,” he thought.
Vulpine was in his glory, barking orders with a smirk plastered on his face. He was pleased his well-planned scheme was going off like clockwork. “This is like taking candy from a baby,” he bellowed. Theos was blindfolded as they wrapped more iron chains around him. The Phims were also bound tightly. The whole regiment of dissenters and Vulpine had everything under control. It had happened so quickly most were still in shock.
Sharply Vulpine gave the command—“Mount to the sky!” The sound of wings beating wildly grew louder and louder.
Allen caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look more closely. There a short distance away was Mike. He was leading a regiment of loyal kingdom guards. “Those are the same ones Mike and I met as we were traveling toward the City of Light,” Allen yelled, although no one could hear him in the uproar. “They’re the same ones who were marching toward an uprising in the Dark Region!”
Behind Mike were battalions of others also preparing to enter into conflict.
What a welcome sight they were! Their attire was regal and brilliant. Mike’s jaw was set and his eye focused on their mission. “Defend Theos!” Mike trumpeted.
The flapping of wings made another great rushing sound as Mike’s loyal soldiers descended on the rebels. The sky became full of warriors. All had their weapons drawn and the engagement began. There in the sky, right over Allen’s head, the greatest battle of all ages was in motion. Everyone in the stadium was watching the beginning of a conflict that would continue for eons—one that would spread from the realm Beyond Time to other parts of creation. These were mighty warriors: One side fighting to overthrow Theos and conquer the Kingdom of Light, to satisfy their own selfish thirst for power. The other side, led Mike motivated to protect Theos and to continue to enjoy what he had created for them.
Everyone watching was stricken with dread as the battle intensified. Defenders and rebels were engaged everywhere. The energy pulsing from their weapons created a vast brilliance and thunderous reverberation that held everyone breathless. After what seemed like endless warfare, it became evident to all that Mike had engaged Vulpine in direct combat. The two of them swirled in large circles over the stadium, each trying to find out if the other had a weakness in his defense. First, one would appear to have the advantage and then it would shift to the other. This seesaw battle became the primary focus of the rebellion. Allen and the countless beings watching wondered how it would end.
Eventually all other combatants ceased fighting. The entire stadium sat spellbound as they watched the clash of the two titans. On and on it went. Everyone was riveted by this heavy weight title match happening in the heavens. No one spoke it, but all believed the future of the kingdom hung in the balance. The victor would be their ruler—Vulpine or Theos, represented by Mike. The tug of war continued—first one way, then another, they spun. Not only did they wield their weapons skillfully, but they also aimed blazing energy that appeared like bolts of lightning or laser beams at each other from sword-like tips. By carefully moving their shields, they were able to deflected the beams.
“What awesome weapons and incredibly skillful warriors!” Allen thought as he watched the two opponents who were now positioned directly over his head. He could hear the groans from their efforts to swing their mighty armament into place for a final advantage that would end this encounter. As Michael lunged forward with a powerful effort, his earring fell off and dropped directly downward toward Allen. He cupped his hands, caught it, and quickly tucked it into the change pocket of his jeans without taking his eyes off the combat.
In a flash, Vulpine propelled a mighty blow that sent Mike reeling. Vulpine moved in quickly for a final strike. It looked as if it was all over. Allen watched in horror as Mike tumbled down awkwardly toward the ground. His body was twisted and broken from the damage inflicted during the battle, and the final thrust was too much even for him. Down, down he plummeted.
“Yes!” The wicked one clapped his hands and bellowed out a victory shout as he watched Mike spiral downward.