“I have never noticed that. It is fascinating how it changes from black to blue to white and back to red.” Memnoch answered. After a short pause, “I come to show you something.”
“What is it?” Hate asked.
“It is a surprise.” Memnoch answered.
They got up and started to fly to a tree on a plateau half a mile away. In the middle of the plateau, there was a big, thick tree. The tree had blood red leaves and darkest brown bark. There was chain marks all over the tree caused by metal chains. It happened to a chain holding the Arch angel Michael to the tree. Memnoch and Hate stood at a 10 ft. radius around the tree as Michael shouted curses and struggled against the bonds.
“Do what you want with him?” Memnoch smiled cruelly at Michael as he said that.
“I can do anything. I am not sharing him with the others.” Hate asked. Michael’s eyes widened. He had heard from others that Memnoch’s daughter was cruel but was held back by the other dark angels who tortured Heaven’s angels.