Lock Up. A Prequel in the Works.

A shadowy figure stood outside the gates of heaven. It would please me to say, for dramatic effect, that it was dark. However, heaven does not have a night time hour, but all the angels were asleep.

The shadowy figure walked up to the gate and grabbed two bars, yelling to be let in. He finally gave up and sat down. There was a creak and one side of the gates opened slightly. The shadowy figure jumped up in excitement, and started in the crack as he was stopped by a hand. An angel emerged. He was smiling.

"Serras, how have you been?" The angel asked, closing the gate behind him.

"Not so great, I want back in there.. Why are you answering the gate?" Serras said.

"We will have a guy for it soon enough. I hope... Anyway, you can't get back in, Michael will kill you."

"No, can't you talk to him, you're like his brother, the other of the first two angels, come on Gabriel, please?"

"I'm sorry, but I have tried. You know Michael, once he gets angry it blows up into rage, and he never lets anything go."

"Fuck."

"Indeed."

They both sat down against the gates, looking straight ahead into the nothingness that lie beyond.

"Well, where else can I go?"

"Hell kicked you out?"

"Well, I left with an understanding that I wasn't supposed to come back."

"Did you try Olympus?"

"Yeah, that worked out for a little while, but they got tired of me."

"Asguard?"

"Played with Thor's Hammer..."

"Hades?"

"Gloom and doom."

"Try earth. I would allow you to go counsel with God but he is busy making city plans for the 1800's on earth. He is getting very specific with them. He has big plans for you though Serras. I don't think he will allow you to slide back into heaven."

"But why not? I can fulfill anything in heaven just as easily as I can on earth."

"No. He wants his story to run perfectly. He has this all planned out. You will serve him well."

"Well shit, I guess I should go then."

"I guess you should."

Gabriel opened up the gate and went back into it, leaving Serras alone. He took one last look at the gates and then snapped his fingers and was on earth.

As the years went by he decided to become a thorn in God's side. He would wipe out whole villages with the blink of an eye and started using them to make his powers grow. His powers expanded until he was more powerful than all but two of the angels. He was on level with Michael and Gabriel, but he wanted more.

He found a small village one sunday morning, somewhere in what is now considered Europe, near Italy. Everyone in the village was in church. He walked up to the church doors and opened them.

There was Michael, standing with wings spread out, flaming sword in one hand, and the other was free. He leapt forward and grabbed Serras by the neck. Serras was still nothing but shadow so he quickly maneuvered his arm into a sword and took it to Michael's throat. He held the tip at Michael, then he used his other arm and stabbed Michael's chest. Michael took flight, staggering back a few feet.

Michael extinguished his sword as Serras was getting up off the ground, then charged towards Serras and stabbed him through the somach. If shadow could show surprise, his face would be lit up with the emotion. There was a gagging sound from Serras then Michael lit his sword and caused a large explosion. Serras flew off over the horizon, while Michael flew backwards into the ground.

Serras landed in what is now London. There were a few small villages there, he killed everyone and hid, knowing Michael would be upon him soon. His two arm blades re-emerged and he was waiting for Michael to land.

Michael flew over looking for Serras then started to land. Luckily his back was to Serras, who flew from his hiding spot and slashed off both of Michael's wings. Michael turned and got one of the blades in his side, causing him to drop his sword. He grabbed Serras's head and screamed to the skies.

Serras was paralyzed and lay on the ground. Michael picked his sword back up and drew a large box around Serras.

Serras was free to move again. He ran over to the edge of the box that Michael had drawn and could not cross it. He burst into a shadowy mist and still could not leave the bounds of the box.

A voice from the heavens came down and said "Serras, I was willing to let you roam the earth and happen into your fate as you should, but it seems that you would not be content unless you were killing off my people, changing my future, and yours as well. You will be trapped inside this area of earth for the rest of your life. You will become weaker as time goes by and eventually you will die."

Gabriel then descended from the heavens, wrapped his arm around Michael and started pulling him back up.

"Only one can set you free. He will lead you to your great destiny. You have sealed your fate. Fear not though, you will be out soon." Gabriel screamed down to Serras as he was ascending with an unconscious Michael.

Serras could barely make it out but Michael's wings were growing back slowly. He sat down in his box and began to think.