Rae Rae

                of course he hasn’t. lucifer wouldn’t have ever told dan if it were up to him, left the guy in the dark until.. well, dan walks in on him with that face on looking like he was about to eat a god damn baby. it made sense though that the system was more complicated than what dan has been brought up learning, because the more he had looked into the bible the more questions he had. 

                like, how does god determine who deserved to enter heavens gates or burn in hell forever when the subject of morality has changed so drastically throughout the ages. when she asks if he was raised catholic,  he nods – because he was, even if he wasn’t sure what it was that he believed now. but she mentions there was no cosmic scale, no one to judge him – to tell him he did his best, and that was enough. 

                ❛  — i’m trying to be,  i’ve made.. a lot of mistakes,  but aren’t you guys supposed to be,   uh  – merciful?  ❜   he thinks he knows the answer before she even responds with how she looks at him. 

“Everyone makes mistakes. I’ve made them. Amenadiel has too. Lu... Michael... all of us. Heck.” Rae Rae dropped her voice to a slight whisper. “Even my Father has made a few in my humble opinion.” She glanced skyward, mouthing a quick ‘no offense, dad’ before turning back to Daniel.

She tilted her head in mild amusement. Merciful. What a funny word used when describing her and her siblings. When so isolated from the humanity they were to assist and serve, most celestials looked at their Father’s pet project the same way those mortals viewed the insects beneath their feet. To those who did not bother looking deeper, they saw the collective and not individuals. To them, humans were the same, replaceable, insignificant. It was a truth that applied to the majority, and one that Azrael had little desire to share, it would only make Daniel feel worse.

“You carry so much guilt with you. It’s pointless, really.” The truly guilty were often liberated by their wickedness, never bothered by their crimes and sins. She found other ways to drag their asses to damnation.

“I’ll tell you what I’ve told most every soul I’ve reaped. When you’re dead, you’re dead. There’s no re-do button, there’s no fixing what you’ve done. The only thing you’ve got is the opportunity to let go.”

                  the description of michael was accurate, and he nods when she asks if he did the entire… holier than thou act, convinced dan that the world was ending because of lucifer. it was the same assumption that lucifer made when he first confronted dan asking about who talked him into attacking lucifer, so it sounds like he might be the source of a considerable amount of family drama. 

                      honestly, the fact that she was going to be the one taking him to hell was a tad bit more embarrassing than the idea of lucifer doing the deed himself.  at least,  with lucifer,  they both have grown a bit of a rapport. he liked being around the guy, despite the fact that his actions may indicate otherwise.  and,  maybe – just maybe,  he’d be able to look past the stupid decisions that daniel had made in favor of seeing that he was trying to protect the people he cared about, even if he was lied to about what he would have to do in order to properly do that. 

                      ❛  …  i don’t suppose i could sway you to taking me upstairs,  huh?  ❜     it seemed like a weird time to bring it up, considering she was just trying to demand answers on why he tried to kill her brother. 

Rae Rae tapped her index finger along her chin, as if in deep thought. he was hardly the first human who thought they could sway her judgement on their afterlife. Sometimes she had to wonder if even her siblings knew the ongoings of life and death or did they truly remain oblivious in favor of their lives in the Silver City. Only a handful of her celestial siblings truly took the time to get to know humanity, she knew a good many of the archangels would argue that in fraternizing with humanity, they were corrupting themselves. Azrael had to disagree, especially knowing that both types of her Father’s brood self-actualized, to vastly different extents, but still... 

“I guess Lu hasn’t explained it to you, huh?” She walked a few steps over to railing, hopping up to take a seat. Swinging her legs, the angel considered the ways to best explain. Rae Rae was definitely more comfortable speaking with the dead. Sure, they were always confused and sad but at least she knew how to handle the situations. 

“It’s not up to me. There’s no cosmic scale to balance, no judgement day. Sorry, you were raised Catholic, right? I don’t mean to further discredit your beliefs, ya know beyond befriending the devil and what not. The truth is a lot more simple than they tell you in church.” 

With @azraelcfdeath​ from here. 

     She eagerly hugged Rae back, happy for this time with her considering how busy the two of them were. 

    After the other spoke, the blonde sat beside her and laid her head on her shoulder, “It’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it? To know we’ll never be truly alone? I always feel the most complete when you are near. I wish we saw each other more often.”  

Rae Rae leaned into her twin’s embrace, happy to settle in the moment, knowing she’d have this warmth and feeling complete for the first time in a long while, as though all the pieces of her fit together at long last.

@azraelcfdeath met with a family member

Zadkiel stood over his sibling, his dear sister, brows furrowed in the vessel he called a home. It had been some time since he’d been allowed on Earth, ever since his incident with the man he was meant to guide. He was not dead, not yet, and she was…. 

Well, it was strange to see her without such cause. 

“Hello.” His voice harbors his soft confusion. “To what do I own this meeting, Azrael?”

“Hello, Zadkiel,” she greeted her brother in return, flashing a smile to offer him some ease. Zadkiel seemed... tense. Then again, Rae Rae tended to have that thought about most siblings she came in contact with. It probably had more to say about how much she’s changed over the years and her siblings ad their lack of the same development. 

‘ Knowing how disrespectful it is doesn’t lessen it any now, does it? In fact, some might perceive the slight as even more egregious because of it. You knew and continued on all the same. That also implies a certain level of intent on your behalf.’

The twitch of fingers toward a sheathed blade does not go unnoticed. The elder Archangel’s gaze glancing to the movement before adjusting to Azrael’s face. Unbothered. A singe brow arching pointedly. No humor in it at the motion. A silent questioning in the look instead. Are you really going to be that foolish? They both knew how that would end. Then again given his siblings comments, perhaps Azrael truly didn’t. Gabriel bringing the cigarette to his lips and drawing in a slow drag before releasing the white smoke in a slow swirl. Flicking the loose ash into the designated tray beside him. Gaze never leaving his younger sibling.

Gabriel’s expression kept that same impassive calm. Deliberate. Letting his thumb run along the base of the cigarette absently as it balanced between his fingers. The arrogant confidence was irritating. The bluster of ego coming from Azrael in the face of their superior. Their better. That they could admit to disrespect so casually and believe they owed no penance or apology - it was astounding in the worst of ways. 

The Archangel’s words were that same almost-casual when they came. The underlying metal still braced in the tone. Something dangerous hidden in the almost light timbre. 

‘ Tell me, Azrael…do you believe you have the right to make comments and opinions on anything that goes on between myself and Father? ’

She knew Gabriel wouldn’t miss her hand move. And it seemed useless to try to express that she had absolutely no intention of starting a fight. But survival instinct and a fighting spirit was woven into the very faber of the younger’s existence. As demure a facade the angel of death often dawned to ease the dying and damned, they were created to be soldiers, their Father’s warriors. The angel had to lock her hands together to keep from sudden movements.

Knowing full well she ought to choose her words wisely, should have from the start, but driven by that ever human desire of curiosity, a trait she picked up from eons of close proximity to God’s most prized creations, Azrael straightened her posture. 

“A right to comment? Perhaps not. You’re my older brother.” 

One of the eldest, most powerful, most... temperamental. Azrael would have to be delusional to consider herself in anyway Gabriel’s equal. But maybe it was almost worth the upcoming celestial ass whooping to get her thoughts off her chest. 

To the surprise of no one, Rae Rae continued, floodgates open wide, rambling as she often did.

“But I do think I have a right to an opinion in that your relationship  and happenings with Father more often than not affects the rest of us and at times, humanity. The right to an opinion, I know, doesn’t correlate a right to express that opinion. It is not my place to question...  or comment nor was it my intention to be actively disrespectful. The intent was...”

What had she hoped to accomplish? What idiotic motivator could justify challenging her elder beyond that infectious human naiveté and entitlement from the freedom God gifted his precious passion project, a looser set of expectations and a very different type of love reserved for mortals and not His celestial brood.

                        celestial beings still sort of scared dan.  this one certainly did.  with the intensity of her gaze and the fact that he wasn’t even really sure who she was. if she might have been someone like michael, someone who wanted to use him as some sort of pawn since he seemed to be easy to manipulate, despite the fact that he hopes to not let anyone get him to do anything like that ever again.  but,  she doesn’t seem interested in asking him for much – asking him for anything,  really,  other than answers. which wasn’t something that he blamed her for. 

                        ❛  — okay,  first of all,  it wasn’t my plan,  ❜  not that it made what he’d done any better, but if it was his choice, he’d just spend the following dozen of nights getting drunk and trying to forget who he was, what his realization meant for his future.  

                          ❛ michael told me that lucifer was mortal when around chloe, and if i killed him then it would be keeping my family safe. he promised me that by doing all of that,  i’d right all the wrongs i did in this life, that it would be a good enough deed to take me to heaven. ❜   which was a complete lie,  obviously,  and it made dan feel like shit for having ever believed it in the first place.  

                          ❛  .. i’m not trying to make excuses for myself, i was vulnerable and i did something really shitty because of it. i’m sure i’ll pay for it whenever lucifer takes me to hell, if that makes you feel any better.  ❜  

“...mmhmm.” He was being truthful, so that was a point in his favor. So often humans would delude themselves and lie to celestials, like c’mon. Rae Rae wondered if she could start a rumor that their halos were lie detectors and see how far that’d go. Amenadiel might even like that little joke, especially since he seemed to have gotten his sense of humor back.

Azrael nodded, giving an outward display that she believed him. Maybe it’d calm the nerves that were basically buzzing off his skin. Force of habit, she supposed, always wanting to offer comfort, a sense of calm and peace to the mortals she came in contact with. Still, she couldn’t stop the brattiness typical of a younger sibling slide into her voice at the very thought of Samael’s twin.

“Of course with was Mikael.” She pursed her lips, tapping her chin in thought. “Michael, as you humans know him. Did he show up all holier than thou claiming that Lu was gonna bring about the destruction of the world? Corrupt Chloe and all innocence, blah blah~”

Rae Rae scrunched her nose in annoyance. “He’s not the authority on who goes where and def not the angel who has the deets on the afterlife.” No, all her siblings left that particular burden all on her shoulders.