Don woke up at the old Cabin and flinched as the sun rays hit his eyes from a nearby  window. He yawned and stretched his fingers as he slowly rose from the couch. His eyes darted at the old pictures of his friends on the wall. He sorely missed them a bit too much. 

He decided to walk and find his secret compartment on the floor. He grabbed a wooden box full of old memorabilia and surveyed the cassettes that were inside. He chose one and plugged it in the cassette player right under his television. 

He looked up and smiled as he watched a recorded part from his favorite film, Rebel without a cause. 

Before he could indulge himself into watching the tape, his phone rang. He sighed and grabbed his phone to reply. 

"Hello?" He answered as he squinted his eyes at the window. 

A familiar voice replied, "Don? Do you remember me?"

Don's eyes widened. It was his mentor when he was still a young angel. He hadn't heard his voice for decades. 

He paused for a bit and spoke with a surprised voice, "Zeradkiel?"

"Yes, it's me... How's it going?" Zeradkiel asked. 

"I'm good."

"Great! I just want to let you know I sent you a parcel."

"Was it a gift? You missed all my other ninety-nine birthdays," Don jested. "I mean, you could have at least visited!"

"I would like to, but I'm quite busy here."

"Of course you are," Don commented.

"...Come on now!" Zeradkiel badgered, "Open the parcel." 

Don quickly stepped out of his house and turned his head down to the item on his porch. He opened it up with haste and grinned like a child on christmas eve as he held a jazz vinyl album. 

"Thanks. I have been looking for this!" 

"Yes, yes. Have you seen the letters from your old friends?" 

Don paused.

"...The letters?" 

He looked for the other contents and found his friend's old letters before the war between Heaven and Hell. 

"Thanks... I-I'll hang up now. Sorry, I'm just a bit overwhelmed right now." Don said as he momentarily closed his eyes, suppressing his flooding memories.

Zeradkiel replied solemnly, "Of course. Bye, Don!"

Old memories flashed before his eyes and brought him back to when he was prepping up with his outcast friends for the war at the hill. 

"Don! Help me out with these stupid weapons, will you?" Javan shouted, struggling to lift a bunch of gold spears into their truck. 

Don had been so engrossed in the mountain view that he forgot to help his friend out. He sighed and turned around.

"Coming, boss!" Don sarcastically replied. He fixed his uniform and approached Javan, "You said you didn't need any help."

Javan sighed aggressively and complained, "Yeah, but I only have two arms! We could have many arms, but no, we have dozens of eyes instead! What do we even need them for?"

Don lifted up as many spears as he could carry into the van and chuckled.

"So we can see better," Don jested. 

Javan squinted glarefully at Don, who childishly laughed at his own joke. 

"That answer is not what I expect from an overachiever," Javan commented. 

"Stop your dumb rants, Javan," Seraphina chimed in. "You two hurry up. War is tomorrow!"

Don chortled and dropped the spears he was holding onto the jeep. 

"How about you help us, Sera?" Javan muttered. 

"Fine," Seraphina responded impatiently, "Just to speed things up." 

"You are so grouchy," Don said as he smiled at Seraphina teasingly and tilted his head. "Why are you here? Won't the other angels judge you for hanging out with a Nephilim and a rascal like Javan?"

"Who are you calling a rascal?" Javan grunted. Don glimpsed at him cheekily and pretended he didn't hear him. 

"Come on," Seraphina said as she raised a brow. "You guys are like my brothers. They can judge all they want, see if I care."

Don smiled and laughed discreetly at Javan - who gripped his chest all of a sudden. 

Seraphina looked at Javan with concern and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That's how he reacts when he gets brother-zoned," Don whispered as he poorly compressed his mocking chuckle. 

Seraphina sighed and shook her head. She tossed the weapons to Javan, slightly pushing him.

A group of angels was about to pass by but instead came to a stop. 

"Seraphina, what are you doing hanging out with a Nephilim?" The leader of the group asked, "Archangel Ariel is looking for you."

Seraphina crossed her arms and stared at them assertively, "I'm helping my friends, Tien."

Tien stared at Don, who was carrying his spears. 

"I advise you to avoid making friends like them, Seraphina. They have no future
like us," Tien said, condescendingly raising his head. 

Javan dropped off his last batch of spears and spoke up," Who are you to say such things? Are you God?"

"Jav! That's blasphemy! Don't say that," She scolded in a hushed tone. 

Tien ignored Javan and called out to Don with the taboo term, "Hey Nephilim."

"I have a name," Don answered to combat Tien's arrogance. "Thus, We all know you are just bitter that I performed better than you at the training exams."

Tien glanced at his group and raised his chin, "It was just beginner's luck."

Javan stood at Don's side and mockingly raised his chin too as he spoke.

"Let us just leave, dude. Let's not waste time with that dummy," he said. 

Don tightened his fist, nodded, and turned around. He stopped walking away as another angel insulted him. 

"Everyone knows you're going to end up like your father!"

Don looked back slowly and glared at them, "I'm not like my father."

Tien grinned, "The Seraphim begs to differ."

"Pardon? What do you mean?" Javan asked confusingly. 

"Can't you see?" Tien explained, "The Seraphim decided that the worrisome and useless angels are going to be used as pawns at war, whether you like it or not."

Tien came closer and jabbed his finger at Don's chest, pushing Don back a bit. 

"And Azazel Junior here-" 

Don had enough. He violently punched Tien, making Tien fall back. 

Tien angrily jumped back up and punched Don. Don quickly dodged and grabbed a spear and then pointed it at Tien, his eyes full of fury. Tien's friends hastily tossed their leader a spear, and the two sparred as their dignity depended on it. 

Tien's group grabbed spears and tried to outnumber Don. Despite Seraphina's angry and concerned protests, Javan joined in and helped Don fight back the other group who attempted to overthrow them.

Don successfully pinned Tien down and  pointed the spear at his throat. His eyes were full of fury as he was about to stab him right in the neck. 

Before the event could escalate further into a bloody mess, a shadow of an archangel with huge feathery wings loomed over them. The archangel cleared her throat and stared at them expectantly. 

Don looked at her, sighed, and reluctantly dropped his spear.

Tien crawled away quickly and stood up, "Archangel Ariel, thank heavens. Don... They---"

"Back at your camps," Ariel commanded sternly to the young angels. "Now."

The young angels nodded meekly and hurried to their campsites.