of justice

“Do you think you’re better than us ‘sanctimonious arseholes’? Is it your free will which drives this delusion? Let me clarify things for your small mind. Everything you do is by divine plan. Nothing you do matters because it has all been laid out for you. You dance to the minuet played by the harps of Heaven. What’s sadder: to not think for yourself or to go through the motions and be blind that everything you do doesn’t matter?”

Micah didn’t stare at Michael or gawk at him as lesser angels might. Instead, he gave him his privacy, choosing to stare out at the surrounding landscape, “It’s very pleasant here,” again, choosing to stay away from heavy topics. He didn’t want to pry, “Calming.”

Hesediel felt caught in the middle. He didn’t agree with Lucifer’s beliefs but he didn’t believe in Michael’s mission. He wasn’t at home in Heaven or in Hell, so he picked the middle ground. On Earth surrounded by humans, he felt at peace as if everything he was doing was the right thing. But now his security was shattered by Raphael’s arrival, “Have you ever tried leavin’?”

“In my humble opinion, I dare say it’s hard to get information from someone if they are dead. But you are the lead on this.”

Considering that every plan up to this point had failed to kill Michael, Arael was confident that any plan would be better than what came before. And with her at the forefront, they couldn’t possibly fail. After all, she was once a leading general in Michael’s army, until she abandoned him for Lucifer, “We need intel. Cracking into -- how do you put it? Oh yes, ‘angel radio’ would be a good start. And you’re in luck because I have access,” temporarily, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. Soon, she’d need another angel’s grace to recharge her battery, “Tell me, have you heard of the Lance of Longinus?”

The bus shelter was the only protection from the driving rain. He sat on the small bench under the glass arch, keeping his legs tucked in to keep them as dry as possible. Yes, he could go wherever he wished, but that negated the entire point. He wanted the human experience which meant inclement weather and scrounging around for change for the bus fare. Human life was rather difficult. He leaned over to the other person who had joined him in the dry shelter. Holding out a damp bus map, he asked, “I don’t suppose you can read this, can you?” (@shinyblackchevrolet )

There was a small gathering around the woman as she captured the attention of those passing by on the street. Among the crowd was Abel, an angel enamored by humans. What was more human that finding fascination in the mysteries of the occult. The angel stood in deep pondering as he observed her actions. It puzzled him. There was something not quite human about her, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Chocolate eyes never left her movements for a moment, not even as her act came to an end. (@vaguewhispcrs)

“Well, forgive me for being wary of your intentions,” He rarely encountered a being he trusted. In his experience, good and evil were definites. There was no room for grey in his morals, “Tell me, why are you here?” (@fclsemessiiah )

Micah placed a gentle hand on Remiel’s shoulder, “Remember, you have family that will help you. If you ever run into trouble, don’t hesitate to find me, brother. The world is no longer safe for lone angels,” A polite word of warning. There were some of their siblings who would threaten the angel to return to Heaven. But Micah wouldn’t. If he did, then he would be no better than the angels he disagreed with. It was Remiel’s choice to stay or return.

Sitting on the steps which lead up to his shop, he rested his head against the cool brick wall. A little nightcap before he called it an evening. More than half of the amber liquid had disappeared down his throat, now making a warm home in his belly. “Call me selfish, but I ain’t sharin’,” a comment directed to the fellow hovering near the doorway. (@hellfirebound)

“With a single thought, I can alert Heaven to your exact location,” Zaphkiel’s eyes were not on the demon, but rather the book in his hands. Clearly, he was more concerned with the safety of the book than the security of Heaven. Everything that happens outside the gates of the archives was someone else’s problem. This area was his jurisdiction, “I suggest you return that book to me immediately.” (@hellfirebound)

Harut never received visitors. Surprises were never welcomed by him. When there was a knock at his door, he was rather perturbed. Opening the door but keeping the security chain firmly locked across the gap, he tilted his head, “I’m not interested in girl scout cookies, sorry.” (@huntresscaraquinn )

”I very much doubt you’re supposed to be here,” he stared down at the crouched figure among the stacks of books. His was a quiet anger, never evident on his face or in his voice. But when someone invaded his library, he was immediately incredibly irritated. (@vaguewhispcrs )

Micah had seen all the beauty of creation, all the splendor of the universe, but there was something quaint and somewhat calming about human museums. Surrounded by the antiques and fragile artwork of the past, he tried to absorb it all. There was one thing Micah envied of humanity: their creativity. He could never work with his hands the way they did, “Fascinating, is it not?” (@virdityshattred )

Fallen to the ground, her hands pressed hard against her vessel’s abdomen, trying to keep the mixture of blood and grace from pouring out of her. She was no match for the three powerful demons, even at her fullest strength. Head bowed low, she awaited whatever tortures they had in store for her. (@hellboundhighschooldropout)

“Ya can’t help if’n yer dead. Learned that ‘long the way too,” He held out his hand for a handshake, a human habit he very much enjoyed, “M’here to help, if’n what yer sayin’ is true. Looks like we are needin’ all the help we can get.”