The battle for Heaven.
It was a glorious time and a very, very embarrassing feat for us.
It was us, one third of the angels, versus the same about of angels in a war for the throne of Heaven. There were no causalities -death was not a factor of our life you see- and it was just a mere fight by force.
The first day of fighting was just both armies clashing against each other. The only wound suffered was done to me by one of the archangels.
The second day though we were prepared. We had cannons and we bombard the angels. That was, unpoetic they got smart and threw mountains at us, and we had to dig ourselves out.
But it was too late. We had already lost.
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