God Heals

“…I mean, that’s absolutely fair.”  Raziel chuckled, taking a seat.  “Would you say no to some alcohol I may have gotten Gabriel to give me?”  It was pagan, would actually do some proper damage to them.  He produced a flask, offering it to Raphael.

“No to what?”

“Makes plenty of sense.”  He smiled at her still, canting his head to the side.  It still blew his mind a little that Raphael had actually had a kid.  Seemed like he wouldn’t be so keen on breaking those kinds of rules.  He liked it.

“Pleasure’s all mine, kiddo.  I like bein’ an uncle.  Don’t get to be all that often in this family.”

“Yeah, what with ‘nephilim are abominations’ mindset, it’s astonishing that more of us don’t exist.” Michaela snickered. She liked this uncle, he was so different from her father.

“Not exactly.  I uh - I was tortured by Asmodeus for a few years.  ‘S why my grace is so low as I’m sure you can tell, Raph.”  He said quietly, shifting closer to embrace his older brother.  “I missed you.”

“That’s pretty normal.”  He smiled.  “My kids are…very old now.  But they were very mature very quickly.  I’m Gabriel, by the way - your Uncle.”