Call Forth the Storms

To prove a point to my dad, reblog this if you support gay marriage and you dont live in California.

The young angel narrowed his gaze, still ever the soldier as he sensed the… the darkness that seemed to come from this other being. It was a Horseman, exactly like the other—but different. He was unsure which of the four riders stood before him now, but Baraquiel did not care about such details. “You will not harm the human beings that exist here,” he warned, his voice low and threatening. 

"These people are special. They are important and I will protect if you dare to harm them," continued Baraquiel, stepping closer to the Horseman. "As I have said to your fellow riders, it is no longer your time. The Apocalypse is over." 

The young angel narrowed his gaze, still ever the soldier as he sensed the... the darkness that seemed to come from this other being. It was a Horseman, exactly like the other--but different. He was unsure which of the four riders stood before him now, but Baraquiel did not care about such details. "You will not harm the human beings that exist here," he warned, his voice low and threatening. 

“I have not been fortunate enough to see Father,” he answered quietly. Baraquiel knew there were many of his siblings that hadn’t been in the presence of his Father, so he didn’t feel too left out when admitting such a thing. Besides, he was young, and surely his Father had far more important things to do than speak to every one of His children. “But earth is not a horrible fate,” continued Baraquiel, having caught that bitter trace in his sister’s tone. “It is not Hell.” 

“I’d call that very fortunate indeed,” Azrael remarked under her breath, knowing she shouldn’t have said anything. But it was too late to retract the statement, and it was the truth in any case. If he lectured her, so be it. She was pretty set in her opinions of their father by now. One angel wasn’t going to change that. “Oh, I know that. I’ve been to hell on multiple an occasion in my line of work. Besides, it’s grown on me,” she admitted with a sigh.

Baraquiel frowned even more at Azrael's words. He thought, perhaps, he had misheard her. Perhaps she had not spoken against their Father. Or that she hadn't intended to. But deep down, the young angel knew his desire to think such things was wrong. He knew siblings were doubting--doubting in ways he didn't understand. Baraquiel just shook his head, not knowing what to say or do. He liked earth, and its people, and his family. He didn't violence among his family to bring harm to them and if he just... ignored a slip of the tongue... Surely there was no harm in that, he told himself. The young angel sighed. "Is Hell truly as they say it is?" Baraquiel asked, curious of the realm to which he'd never been. "Full of the tormented souls and those crying in despair... Is it truly so packed of the lost and the forgotten..." Baraquiel trailed off, letting his gaze wander aside as his thoughts drifted.