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The Archangel Michael stood surveying the assembled hosts of heaven. They stood rank and file, swords and shields gleaming in the sunlight. Beside him the angel Gabriel finished marking down some numbers and sighed.
“I wish i could say this was overkill. But all the angelic warriors of heaven are assembled and ready for battel should it come to that.”
“Good,” replied Michael. “I hope we don’t need them. You’ve rechecked the calculations? There’s no chance we’re wrong?”
“No sir. At 3:13 AM this afternoon in Sunnyhearst, Illonois a Level Aleph event chain will possibly be set off depending on how the split second moment goes. It’s been millenia since we’ve seen an Aleph Level and last time we barely stopped it.”
Michael bowed his head. “Yes. I remember.” He straigtened himself up and prepared to order his troops. “That ball will go where want or we shall die trying.”
The Archdemon Asmodeus stood surveying the assembled hosts of hell. They stood rank and file, swords and shields gleaming in the firelight. Beside him the demon Bael finished marking down some numbers and sighed.
“I wish i could say this was overkill. But all the demonic warriors of hell are assembled and ready for battle should it come to that.”
“Good,” replied Asmodeus. “I hope we don’t need them. You’ve rechecked the calculations? There’s no chance we’re wrong?”
“No sir. At 3:13 AM this afternoon in Sunnyhearst, Illonois, a Level Aleph event chain will possibly be set off depending on how the split second moment goes. We’ve run and rerun the possible outcomes again and again and it’s…. ” Bael paused, “Baliel shit himself and frankly sir, i don’t blame him.”
Asmodeus bowed his head. “So be it then.” He straigtened himself up and prepared to order his troops. “That ball will go where want or we shall die trying.”
At 3 PM at the Sunnyhearst Middle School athletic field, the soccer match between the Sunnydale Middle School Girls Soccer Team and Woodland Hills Middle School Girls Team kicked off. Woodland Hills was favored to win but the Sunnyhearst girls had put in extra practice this week and Cassie Ferguson’s mom had made her her lucky bacon and eggs breakfast so there was definitely hope.
Cassie Ferguson hadn’t really liked soccer all that much when she started. She was a little on the bookworm side and would have preferred to cosplay on the weekends with her other geeky friends, but there weren’t many oppurtunities around Sunnyhearst for a 12 year to dress up and go full fandom and her dad had insisted that she needed some physical activities to round out her bookish ones. He promised if she did soccer she could do whatever other weird dorky hobbies she wanted uncritisized, so she agreed.
Surprisingly, she had gradually come to enjoy it. She thought the other girls would be too jocky and butch, but over time they had all built a comraderie and Cassie had come to realize that she actually had a whole bunch of resentment and aggression bottled up inside her and having an outlet for it was quite a relief. The fear she used to fear when some butch tank from the other team sized her up had turned to a malicious smile in the expectation of carnage that was to come.
Focused on the game she could not see a shining angel with a sword and fiery demon in armor floating above her.
“I’m going to have to ask you to not interfere with that girl’s goal kick,” Michael said.
Asmodeus chuckled. “You sick, self righteous bastards. I don’t know what game you’re up to, but we cannot let you go ahead with this.”
Michael drew his sword. “I do not have time for this. The goal kick is 5 minutes away. Remove yourself. I have brought a fully armed host with me and intend to see this through.” Across the western sky appeared thousands of armed angels.
Asmodeus drew his sword. “Stand down, Michael. I have brought a host with me too. And as you will recall from the old days, mine is bigger than yours.” Across the eastern sky appeared thousands of armed demons.
Shouts from the middle school soccer match drifted up. The two adversaries glanced down at it then back at one another.
“So be it,” said Michael.
The fight began.
As the Woodland Hills Middle School Girls tried to run the ball down the field thousands of flying demons clashed in the sky above with thousands of angels. The fighting was fierce and unhindered. Angels screamed in rage and slashed, blood spraying across their faces. Demon screeched in horror and bloodlust, stabbing, biting, ripping their enemies apart in a gory orgy of violence.
Finally the Sunnydale Middle School Girls Soccer Team got the ball and at 3:12 it was passed to Cassie who brought it in for a goal kick. The moment was nearing.
Michael panted, paused, armor dented, face covered in bruises. “Asmodeus. Please. I know you’re not unreasonable. Why would even you want this to happen? I beg you, let me stop that goal. If there is any sense of reason in you…”
Asmodeus, equally bloody and bruised, also stopped and looked taken aback. “Michael, are you fucking with my head?”
“I do not… fuck with people’s heads.”
“No. No you do not.” Asmodeus hung in the air. “Michael, you misundestand. We are here to prevent that goal. You could not possibly think we would want these kind of consequences?”
“You… you mean…”
A cheer rose up from below. Both entities looked down as Cassie Ferguson, 12 year old member of the Sunnyhearts Middle School Girls Soccer Team, scored.