Michael unclutched his nerves and let his mind unwind. He turned around and faced his angels. Daniel and John had pressed for an emergency meeting in the early morning before the sun was even up.

Apparently, a warlock signed into a bank by the name of Thomas Pitch to open an account. This bank was created for magical creatures, such as warlocks, shapeshifters, werewolves, vampires, and so forth, in which this bank was made for the heroes, but open to everyone.

“Why didn’t you tell the whole angels here, sir?” an angel started with a fury in his voice.

Michael knew this meeting would not be an easy one, “Moses if you will. Let me start first.” He stared directly at each angel sitting at the table, with confused interest in their eyes, “My sidekick, Katerina Dixon warned me she saw someone like Pitch and who acted such. I listened to her as she said that he wanted to announce his presence and that was all. He frightened Kate and hurt her.”

“This—” Moses started.

Michael raised his hand and the Moses shut his mouth, “I understand each of your concerns, and the reason I didn’t tell each angel here, first foremost, I thought there didn’t need to be dramatic actions until I had evidence this warlock was indeed Thomas Pitch. I solitary told Daniel and John and the Seers the conformation, but I did not want to start chaos that would be pointless.” He added, “I wonder why I have to explain myself to each of you when I am the leader of the angels. Do you question me or do not trust my motives? If you do, I wished you would talk to me in the face.”

The angels were dead quiet as they started guiltily at their leader.

John chimed in, “The reason I was looking at the bank today is to see how much money was being withdrawn from each Heroes’ Headquarters.”

Michael nodded, “As you should all know, that is John’s job, he looks monthly at how much money is withdrawn from each headquarters.”

“And as the secretary of the bank, I noted the strange name.”

“Again,” Michael said, seeing the angels' frantic looks, “We cannot confirm this is Thomas Pitch. But, starting now, we are going to look deeper at this person.”

Another angel raised her voice, her fair dark-skinned woman asked, “You killed Pitch. The world saw that. So we are dealing with an imposter?”

The Archangel could feel his knees shake as he was standing and he pressed his hands against the long, large table, “Yes. I did. We can all agree we are treating this person as an imposter. I will be blunt and say that Kate said that she sensed this person as a person who is much like Pitch, extremely powerful and dangerous.”

Moses cut in, “It could be that brat, the now most powerful warlock.”

Michael said, “Timothy Watt? He has helped us before. I called him yesterday for some questioning. I do not see the reason why he would imposter Thomas Pitch. Nicholas told me he will be coming. I will question him.”

The angels gave each other looks, besides Daniel and John, as they stood next to Michael. Not every angel in this Heroes’ Headquarters was here, but the angels who worked closely with Michael were seated at this table.

An angel with a scarf over his head, Mark stood up, “Michael, if I may, suggest we need to do fasten this. Whatever is happening, this could get out of hand.”

“This is why I am telling you now,” responded Michael quickly. His golden locks were loosened down to his shoulders and his eyes blazed with authority, “I want to do this as discreetly as possible. I agree, we need to hurry this process up, but we cannot start to frighten the heroes.”

An angel laughed, “What would the villains think if this was truly Pitch?”

Michael swallowed hard, “This person cannot Pitch. I am never fooled and we made every measure to have Pitch not escape and I killed him with my own hands.” The last statement was not something Michael was proud of, but Pitch had become dangerous to society.

The angels looked at each other again, and Mark said, “All of us will help you complete this task of finding and capturing this creature. But first, what do we need to do? I have already guessed you three,” he motioned his head to Michael, John, and Daniel, “had tried to already track this person but failed. Am I correct?”

“Yes,” answered Daniel.

Michael said with a soft sigh, “I will send Katerina into the bank. She is the only person to my knowledge that has encountered this warlock. If this person opened his banking account, we can find out his ID. He would have to come to insert his money and do the fingerprinting process. We will carefully surveillance the cameras.”

John added in, “We expect him to come back soon.”

"It could be a trap,” said Moses worriedly. “If he hurt Kate and sent her as a messenger, he could kill her now.”

Mark muttered, “I don’t understand why he made Kate as a message. There were so many ways to do that.”

“That is why Kate will have her bodyguard,” said Michael.

John snuffled a scoff and smirked, “She isn’t a licensed assassin yet.”

“I trust in my daughter’s abilities,” glared Michael, “At any rate, we need to trust in each other doing this dark time. If we do everything right and cautiously, this won’t turn into a disaster, and no need for violence.” He paused as he studied each of his angels' body tones, and inquired, “Is there anything else you like to ask?”

The angels looked at each other if there was anything else to question, but all of them seemed satisfied.

Michael smiled, “Meeting dismissed.” He watched as the angels stood up and some thanked Michael for his hard work. After a few minutes of the silence of them leaving the room, the Archangel turned to Daniel, “I need to talk to John alone.”

Daniel left without another word, leaving the library without much care.

Michael pulled a chair for John and said, “Sit.”

John obeyed, looking up at Michael with some questioning look, “Is everything okay?”

The Archangel sat down at the table and crossed his muscular arms, “Do you think I let you slide? Lucifer told me you were spitting out my daughter hallucinates to random strangers?”

John said in a scoffing manner, “I didn’t say her name. I was tipsy.”

Michael slammed his fist down, making John jump “Angels don’t get drunk or tipsy. Do not pull that bullshit on me. You know who Lucifer looks like and would sense his presence. You did that on purpose...why?”

John clamped his mouth shut.

Michael roared in a frustrated glare, “Answer me, John. You are pushing my limits.” He glared down, awaiting his response.

The archangel said with an annoyed tone, “Come on, Michael. How long will you protect her? Once the demons find you are hiding a demon among the heroes, they are going to wonder why.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, John,” hissed Michael.

John looked up at his boss with almost a mocking tone, “Michael, everyone knows here, that your daughter is crazy.”

Michael felt his jaws tightening. He now knew why John said that, “You wanted Lucifer to be interested so she would have a higher chance of dying? Everyone knows crazy people on either side are dangerous to the other side. Why are you trying to kill my own daughter, John? She is precious to all of us.”

John snapped, “No, she isn’t. The angels barely tolerate her here. You know that. She would’ve been killed by now if she wasn’t your daughter. Come on, Michael,” the angel pressed, looking at Michael’s shocked face, “Part demon and we know she has anger issues. If she unleashes at the Heroes’ Headquarters, as she did a year ago at that office building, we will all die. You can’t contain her forever. Just kill her. It would end her suffering and keep us safe.”

Michael had never so badly wanted to hit someone before. He growled as he stood up, “I will allow that talk anymore. I am done.” His golden eyes were now razed with holy fire as he spat out in horrible hurt in his voice, “You will be silenced from speaking disgraced things about my daughter, and saying I should kill Sara is blasphemy.”

John opened his mouth to fight back, but Michael shook his head angrily, looming over John with a scared frame.

“No,” seethed Michael, “From now on, you will speak no more of that. If I hear such nonsense out of your mouth, I will have you stripped from your power and your wings. Do you understand?”

John stared at him in white-faced, “Michael, you wouldn’t dare.”

Michael grabbed the chair roughly and pushed it back with a high scrapping noise, glaring down at John, their noses almost touching “You dared to say such blasphemy in front of me about my daughter? I will not permit it. I have let you do so for this long, you should be grateful I have given you this many chances. You will give me no choice but to strip from your angelic powers if you keep on this behavior...do you understand, John?”

John swallowed down fear and nodded, “Yes, sir. I understand.”

Michael smiled, the anger flashing gone as fast as it came, “Good.” He put down the chair gently, “I’m glad we can agree on the same terms.” He walked to the door, “And John, you are one of my best angels. I don’t want to lose you. You always do your job impeccably.” He could feel the fear from John’s eyes baring down at his back, but Michael hummed as he opened the door and walked out into the bright white hallway.

He grabbed a snack from the cafeteria and started to work on the documents and emails he got. The clock ticked by as angels came in to ask him more questions about this imposter. He sent emails to the Seers and read all his text messages and replied on his phone. He read the death count of each Heroes’ Headquarters, surprised that the death toll was low but happy. Lucifer hasn’t been aggressive. Wonder what he is up to. His heart stopped as he remembered Lucifer was planning a party like he had since their sister died. An anniversary to remember her. It was close to that date when their sister died. Michael swallowed down tears. He could hear his sister's voice begging him: Please, help. Brother! Her sweet voice gazed with helpless eyes, her attention focused on him as she pleaded with him before the days of her death.

"What do you need"—He remembered saying her name but she shouted at him—"My name is Abaddon now!”

"I will forever call you what our Father called you." He closed his eyes. I loved you. He could feel his emotions building up and about to burst. I was so selfish. How could you be so forgiving to me?

A door flung open and Michael’s heart pounded. He opened his eyes and saw Daniel’s stiff body tone, “Michael. We think we spotted the warlock, but we aren’t sure.”

Michael stood up and could hear his blood rush into his ear. He hadn’t even told Kate and Sara what their new mission was. “Great. Call me if something happens. I need to get Sara and Kate.” He quickly dashed out of his office and up to one floor. He told himself that he let time slip by not telling Kate and Sara what their new mission was. He wasn’t expecting this warlock to be fast-paced in coming back.

The Archangel stopped at Sara’s door, room number eleven. He slowly and quietly opened Sara’s bedroom. The day was getting hot and he could feel the pressure of the event unfolding on him like brick crumbling down in fast hemp. He wanted to rush to the bed and shake Sara up in an emergency, but he calmly walked to the bed. His eyes saw the lamp was on and the curtains were drawn. The television was blank and there lay Sara, sound asleep next to Kate, who was snoring softly.

An empty bowl was tossed on the floor and the flooring could be seen as a walking path to the bed. Michael crept in, closing the door. He tossed clothing in the laundry basket and sat down on the bed. He shook Sara gently. He touched Kate, “Wake up,” he said in his softest voice.

Sara moaned as her eyes started to blink open, “Dad? What time is it?”

Michael looked at his heavy golden watch, “Around eleven.”

Sara groaned out a stretch, “I know, I’m going to go eat.” She collapsed back to bed with a yawn, “Give me a few more hours to sleep.”

Michael did a sly grin and said, “I guess you want to miss out on the mission I have assigned for you and Kate?”

Sara popped open her eyes and whirled sideways to him, “I’m awake!” She lurched her body up and shook Kate vigorously, “Dad says we have a mission!”

Kate groaned at her, “What?”

Michael smiled at his two wonderful children, “I need a big favor, Katerina.”

Kate looked at him as if she was dreaming for a second. She saw the sun radiating on him, making his golden locks look like strings of pure gold, in which respect, Kate wouldn’t be surprised if they were, “Yeah?”

Michael scooted closer to Sara and wrapped his arms around her lovingly, “Sara, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Sara let him enclose her and nudged her head to him, “Hmm, yes?”

He stroked silk her hair and said, “There is a guy who looks and acts a lot like Thomas Pitch and I need help to try to capture him.”

Sara flickered her young eyes at him and clutched his shirt, “Wait, Thomas Pitch is alive?”

Michael uttered a sigh, “That isn’t what I said. Thomas Pitch is dead. I killed him. This person is trying to be like Pitch and he hurt Kate.”

Sara’s eyes went to Kate, “Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay?” Her voice quivered in a worried tone and she stared at her friend, looking for bruises or a painful expression crossing her face.

“Sara,” laughed Kate, “I’m fine. I was just thrown into a tree. I got some bruises, but nothing I can’t handle. He is very powerful.”

Sara dug her nails in her palms coldly, “I’ll get revenge for you. No one hurts you and then gets away from that!” She swore.

Michael and Kate exchanged looks, “Sweetie,” the Archangel smoothed, “We will get him, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t want to end this in violence.” He loosened his grip on his daughter, “You need to get ready fast. He is at a bank and I want you two to try to capture him. Please don’t try to harm him...and without making a scene.” He looked down at Sara, “Kate will be in charge of capturing him, and you will protect her if something goes astray, understand?”

Sara nodded, in a trance of thinking who this person could be acting like Pitch and hurting her friend like that, “Kate’s in charge, but I will be with her as her bodyguard and protect her.”

Michael said, “Exactly.” He gazed at Kate and Sara, “Be on the lookout for anyone suspicious and tell me if you sense anything strange. You are going into a bank that holds money for magical people, so I know that it will be hard to sense something off, but mostly feel if there is someone there powerful.”

“How powerful?” wondered Sara, looking up at her father.

Michael answered, “Almost as powerful as me.”

“Lucifer?” asked Sara, amazed at the strength of the powerful.

“Not exactly. Just sense if someone is abnormally powerful, about the level as me and Lucifer,” replied Michael. He let her go and stood on the soft rug, “Hurry up, I don’t want him to disappear on us. I will be watching you on surveillance.”

Kate wanted to ask why Michael chose them to capture this warlock, but she didn’t want to question her boss’s motives, “Sara and I can handle it.” She gathered her stuff and left the bedroom.

Sara grinned as Kate left. She looked up at her Dad with a glint of hope in her eyes, “Thank you for trusting me.”

Michael smiled warmly at her and leaned in for a hug. Sara jumped at him, embracing the hug. He squeezed his daughter tightly, feeling that she needed to eat some. He whispered in her ear, “Don’t disappoint me,” and kissed her on the cheek.

Sara watched him leave and felt her heart tighten in her chest. Michael gave her a loving wink as he left her room. When he closed her door, she whispered, a hand placed where her heart was beating with a perfect rhythm, “I won’t, father.”