Revelation: 12: 7–8

“And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon fought back with his angels…but they did not prevail, and there was no longer any place for them in Heaven.

They would climb the walls of if they could.

They fashion themselves as light bringers.
Messengers. Heralds of something new.

But I have seen this story before.
I have read this rebellion in blood.
And I know what becomes of the ones who dare breach the sky with sin in their mouths.

This is not War Games.
This is prophecy fulfilled.
This is the Siege of Heaven.

Arcadia is our Heaven.
The last sanctuary.
A kingdom reforged by fire and faith — and I am its gatekeeper.
I do not guard gold.
I do not guard thrones.

I guard the promise.
To my Disciples, Arcadia is salvation made flesh and to the wicked who seek to overrun it?
I am the sword that bars Eden.

They come not with swords, but slogans.
Not with truth, but tremble in static.
Cade. Foley. Nero. Gemini. Tombstone.

Five false angels, each wearing stolen light like armor, marching into the sacred place to dethrone the divine.
Each believing they are the first to wage war on the gates above.
They are not.

The dragon rose once.
And he was cast down.

So now I rise as Michael did.
Not to reason or plead.

But to cast them out.

They speak of freedom. I bring order.
They scream of revolution. I deliver retribution.
They follow shadows. I walk in fire.

To Foley…
To the broken boy who cut the cords of my flesh and bound me in silence…
You whisper that you’re still in control. That the beast inside you “Scissors” remains locked behind will and fear.

But I know better.
I felt the trembling.
I heard the voices.

And even now I do not fear what’s inside you.
Because what dwells in you is not prophecy. It is not holy.

It is Legion,
And I do not run from demons.

I hunt them.
I burn them.
And I send them screaming into the pit where they belong.

Let them all come.

Let them strike Heaven’s gate with fury in their eyes.
Let them climb.
Let them bleed.
Let them believe that five is stronger than One.

But this is Hounds of Hades
The black mouth of the pit yawns wide.
And the howling you hear is not theirs…
It is mine.

For I am the wrath at the gates.
I am the trumpet at the end of days.
The scroll is broken.
The seal is undone.
The fire was sent forth.

And when the smoke clears inside that cage, there shall be no throne for them to steal.
Only ash.
Only judgment.
Only the echo of Heaven roaring back down upon them.

This is not your victory march.
This is not your revelation.
This is your fall.

and I Reverend Ezekiel Graves am the angel that casts you out.”