Raphael

[ henry cavill, male, he/him ] whatever you think you know about RAPHAEL, the 32/UNKNOWN year old, PANSEXUAL, NEW COMER, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored ANGEL (ARCHANGEL) is often described as DEVOTED + JUST, but don’t let them fool you; they can also be STRICT + HARSH, which often has them regarded as the THE WRATHFUL. they are a/an DIRECTOR at NEW HOPE MEDICAL CENTER, but it’s also said they are a/an ARCHANGEL within the LEGION OF HEAVEN'S ARMY. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth.

nadia  couldn’t care  less  about  her  groceries having  fallen  on  the  ground, for  a  second nothing  around  her  really  mattered at  all.  nadia  closed  her  eyes,  taking in  a  deep  breath  as  she  focused on  the  other’s words.  it  didn’t take  her  long  to  actually  be  able  to  realise  where  did  she  had  to  know,  it  hadn’t  been  pleasant  at  all,  but  she  already knew  that.  nadia  started  walking down  the  street, for  a  second not  even  caring if  the  man  was  following her  or  not.

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Raphael let the banshee do what she was made for, it wasn’t his place to get in the way of the creature who was aiding his cause. The only downfall he could say was that they were only helpful after human life was taken, that was on his sibling Death and nothing could be done about it. He might be able to catch the killer red handed but he certainly could get a look of things before the corrupt sheriff’s office gets on scene.

“We will succeed because there is no other option, brother. I believe that,” He offered Raphael a tight smile in return, though it fell from his face as soon as it’d come as soon as it was clear he had made the wrong decision bringing up Michael. Sure, the outcome was predictable, Raphael made no secret of his anger and disapproval, but Gabriel had no one else to speak to of the joys of seeing his brother after centuries. Alive. 

“It is good to see him, though. Regardless of all that has happened. I had thought I never would again.” Gabriel had made his bed and he would lie in it if he must, but he would not feel bad about the great joy that was being able to reunite with his brother. He had lost too much of his family to feel bad about hanging on to what he could. 

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“That was on his head.” Raphael didn’t care if they saw Michael again or not as it was their brother who decided to walk away, his faith was waving and there was no room in the gates of heaven for one who didn’t stand behind the holy mission their father set for them. The mere fact an angel had the choice to walk away was laughable in itself, he should have been cast out like Lucifer. “Next you’ll tell me you miss Lucifer, compassion is one thing, foolishness is another Brother.” Other angels had the gift of compassion, they were afforded it, Raphael however was not. Guardians in general had to look pass such things to ensure the safety of the world their father left behind, the only issue was only he knew they were left. “Michael is on the edge of loosing everything and being cast out as a fallen, don’t tread his path too closely, Gabriel.”

“wha…” Was all Quinn managed to get out before his finger dug into the bark of the tree. A strength not his own allowing for him to push them into the bark just an inch or so. Within himself he could feel an odd, mixture of emotion. Both like he wanted to bare his teeth like an animal, and like he wanted to flee. The familiar pressure in his head and feeling like he was disappearing into a dark hole slowly crept over him. The stronger they got, the more the former emotion grew. However, as he fought against that even in his dizzy sore haze, the latter feeling became stronger. Did the hound want to fight? or was it afraid for Quinn and his frail humanity. His eyes squeezed shut as he fought to remain himself, letting out a slight groan as the strain of it before his body fell, backside first onto the ground. His eyes opening as he felt exhausted and more importantly, himself. “What….. are…. you?” It was the type of question that he would have simply thought but in his current state, he hadn’t even realized that he spoke it instead.

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Raphael could only look upon the boy with pity, to be infected with a beast that Lucifer had created, a mutated perversion of God’s gifts. It disgusted him as much as it brought pity. “What am I?” The angel whispers back with nearly a smile on his face, of course the mutt wouldn’t have told him two sides of this battle. “I’m a force of God, a protector and guardian for those who require it and yet not know it.” He answers with a hand over where a human would know a heart to be. “You’re infected with a sickness. A parasite.”

Lettie felt she was straightened up and she sighed softly, turning to the man who had his hands on her shoulder. “I just … I saw someone I use to know,” Lettie said more to herself. “I just have to get away before they notice me,” She said to him. “I shouldn’t have to run away,”

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Raphael couldn’t pretend to understand humans and their social interactions but even he knew that he he was faced with one of his siblings that he didn’t wish to speak to he would ensure they didn’t meet face to face. “I wouldn’t call it a run, though I might be able to help you get to safety without being seen.”

nadia  wasn’t  able  to  listen to  the  world  around  her  for  a  couple  of  seconds,  the  only  thing  she  could  really  focus  on  was  that  familiar  feeling  she  felt  each  and  every  time  one  of  those  screams left  her  body.  her  honey  gaze  moved  to  look  at  the  man  who  approached  her.  “  i  feel  it’s  not  far  away  from  here  ”  she  said  letting  out  a  sigh,  her  eyes  closing  as  if  that  was  going  to  help  her,  but  int  hat  moment  she  was  just  shaken.  “  i  feel  it  close  ”

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A Banshee was powerful thing if they knew how to be and Raphael was certain that once others knew who and what she was they would be coming for her. None would likely want their shady violent acts to be published to the world so shortly after committing the sin. “Clear your mind, reach out for the feeling you get before you let out your scream. It might not be the most pleasant but it is what you’re made to do. Trust your instincts, faith will take you where you need to go.” The angel guided her, watching for her to make the choice, freewill and all such a gift for them. 

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nadia  was  going  home,  carried  with  her  groceries.  her  mind  busy  thinking  about  how  she  had  to  put  her  other  uniform  into  the  washing  machine  after  an  accident  she  had  back  in  her  last  shift. she  was  trying not  to  think  about  it,  just  because she  didn’t  want  to  feel  like  throwing up  again.  she  wasn’t  normally bothered  at  work  but  that  …  that  really  upsetted  her  stomatch.  she  didn’t  have  more  than  a  couple of  streets  ahead  to  reach  her  place  when  she  felt  a  familiar  feeling inside.  she  shook  her  head.  no  no  no.  she  knew  what  was  going  to  happen and  she  didn’t want  to,  but  it  wasn’t as  if  she  could  really control  it.  the  banshee screamed,  announcing  another  death.

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The scream gained the archangels attention without hesitation, spreading his wings he quickly found the banshee standing in the middle of the road and he cast a look around, perhaps she wasn’t as skilled with her abilities. The body wasn’t in sight but he at least knew it was in the town limits and it would only be a matter of time till it was found and covered up by the corrupt sheriff’s department. “Wailing woman.” He greeted her and took steps closer, “Where are you being drawn?” If he had a sense of direction he could track down the offender.

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Lettie wandered through the aisles, looking for the easiest thing she could cook. She had at a day off from the strip club and she just wanted to stay in, eat some food and watch television. She was a recluse nowadays, considered a town pariah for those who knew the truth and some who believed her parent’s rumors. Speaking of the devil, she turned down an aisle and saw her sister. She dropped her basket on a shelf, about to make her way out when she crashed into someone. “My bad! My bad,” Lettie said.

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Raphael had no real reason to eat, so shopping was rather pointless but he found that it made people see him as one of them and with the food he usually just ended up donating it to the local soup kitchen so not to waste and help mankind in a little but impactful way. It was during it that he caught the aura of a Banshee and she gained his full attention, they were in a way God’s gift to those who hunted supernatural. The only shame was that it took the loss of human life to trigger their power, which to him felt like bandaging a corpse. Having her crash into him the angel held onto her shoulders to ensure she didn’t harm herself. “Accidents happen. You seem a little...rattled.”

Quinn over stretched his sweater as he struggled to put it on. His breathing was labored, sounding almost pained. Sweat matted his hair to his head and dripped down the side of his face. Leaning against the rough bark of an old tree, he could swear he felt the bark attempt to recoil from him as a heat seemed to form against it. “What….what did you…” Swallowing, the glow in Quinn’s eyes dimmed before fading completely and his body felt as though it had been chewed up by some giant beast then spat back out.

Reaching his hand up, he wiped the bit of dried blood that had caked the side of his chin away and slowly begun to control his breathing. The cool breeze of the night air penetrated whatever blanket of heat that had wrapped itself around him and now on top of his aches of soreness, he was now starting to freeze. “I was suppose to be studying tonight…damn it.”

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Raphael looked at the boy with both pity and disgust, seeing the two spirits mingling within the one body. He was being used like a parasitic host and he had to wonder if he even knew it, though with the weak resolve humans had if and when he found out he wouldn’t want to fix it. It would only mean his death and humans feared that more than most things, even the damnation of their souls. “You robbed poor wretch.” He was being robbed his peace, robbed of his chance to see the gates of heaven let alone enter through them.

“It feels as if there are always dark times coming. I can’t help but wonder if they ever stopped, ” Gabriel sighed, though he didn’t disagree with the assessment. The humans lived unknowingly amongst so much danger, especially here where it seemed demons and other corrupted creatures were drawn like flies to honey - or rotting meat. “But we are here, both of us, the remaining seals shall remain intact and the demons purged from this plane of existence. I would not abandoned my post at your side for anything, you have my words as I’m sure I have yours. Our brothers are gone, neither of us can afford another loss. I do not wish to live through another loss.” 

He didn’t like to think about how fragmented their family had become - how estranged Michael was, how unreachable and destructive Lucifer was, how dead and gone Barachiel was. How silent their father was. His entire life had been a long series of losses for as long as he could recall, no matter how much Gabriel tried to look on the bright side he could not deny that. But that had been Raphael’s life too, he understood as no one else could, and his resolve and belief in their father kept Gabriel faithful to their cause. 

“I spoke with Michael.”

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“There can never be light without the dark, its a balance that our Father knew would be, it was why he has us here to protect that balance.” They could never rid the world of all the darkness, that was the point, it was a never ending battle but it was meant to be worth fighting. “There are only two seals left, we are fighting the odds but we have faith and that will bring us closer to our mission being successful.” He claps his brother on the shoulder giving him a comforting squeeze. That was until Michael's name was spoken and the angel allowed his hand to slip from his brother’s shoulder. 

“He’s a bold one to show up in the mist of this all.” In his eyes Michael was on thin ice, the regrets that Michael seems to have in regards to Lucifer made Raphael feel as if his loyalty was shifting.

“Salvation. Or the closest man will ever get to it on earth. It’s a monument to grief and hope and death and life and concentrated humanity so intense it’s hard to look at. The best and the worst of what they’ve got to offer.” Gabriel replied after a long pause, glancing over at his brother and then back at the building that towered over them - a celebration of all that mankind had accomplished and a testament to all they had yet to learn. 

“When I look at this place, it’s hard not to see their…stubborn determination to keep on keeping on. It’s beautiful. Like the rest of humanity. Even now after everything.” Resting a hand on his brother’s shoulder, he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “What do you see, my brother?” 

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Raphael listened to his brother talk about the humans struggle and how the building meant so much and while he could agree with his brother on all those things he had more feelings on the matter than that. “Their fragility, they are in all aspects of things newborn creatures that require our protection, even from themselves at times.” Their so called freedom, often had them walking straight into the void of sin, unknowingly turning their backs on the gates of heaven till it is too late. 

“I often wonder why our father left them so defenseless but then it becomes clear, he made us first but that was only to ensure we were enough to protect them from all the dangers that lurk.” The mistakes of the world that spouted forth, the demonic spawn that were created, their father knew it would happen. He must have which was why he made the angels as they were and why he left them to clean the mess they made for. “I took the position in this building because this is where their prayers are made the loudest. They know the danger they face while in this building, its all the others outside of it that they need the most protection from, what they can’t know of, what lurks in the shadows waiting to feast upon their flesh or souls.” He places a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Dark times are coming brother, we need to remain at one another’s sides.”

Standing outside the hospital he looked up at the building, so many humans laid inside wounded and hurt, dying even. Many on their way to heaven’s gates or will be weighed, measured and found wanting leading them to hells pits. “What do you see, when you look at it?” He asks his brother as he walked up beside him, Gabriel coming to town was a relief in a way. Knowing for certain he wasn’t fighting this war alone.

Zeldris chuckled. “You hold onto your father’s fallacies as a child holds onto a safety blanket.” It was pathetic, but the nephilim had no pity to offer the archangel. The fool had too much blood on his hands, and she had too little care left in her heart. “What Lucifer gifted me was freedom. Gave me the ability to choose and think for myself.” Blue eyes inspected the other with disgust. “You, on the other hand, are still a dog on a leash, controlled by his master’s orders.” She laughed again, finding Raphael’s rambles about being a dutiful son genuinely ridiculous. To think she had once admired the archangel, sought out his guidance and fought alongside him. Back then, he’d seem so magnificent. Now she saw him for what he truly was–a worthless servant. But when he began to insult Nyx, her laughter faded away, a menacing glare directed at the archangel as the ground beneath them began to tremble. “Oh you’ll meet her soon enough,” she promised. “She’ll enjoy eating your heart.” While Raphael continued speaking, Zeldris used her enhanced speed to charge at him, her voice a thunderous echo as she attacked him. “I am the General of Hell’s Army! I am the Dark Lord’s second in command!” She slashed and stabbed with her swords, a wide smile locked on her lips, utilizing the shadows to attack from different directions. “I am His wrath! I am His justice! I am your death!”

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“I hold onto the truth, the way you hold onto falsities and lies made up from a prideful scorn son.” He answers back unfazed by her name calling, he was his father’s son, he would do what was asked of him because that was what he made for. “He gifted you hatred, pride, and every other sin that he and his lot bathe in.” To see his siblings fall so greatly, of course their father couldn’t bare to see it. Therefore Raphael had no choice but to be rid of them for him. “I don’t think she will get much pleasure out of it since she will fall like a beasts she was created of. What memories it will bring to slay a behemoth once more, my sword should be pleased to be quenched once more its blood.” To kill a sin would be a wonderous win for heaven even if the demons tried to fill the spot soon after, none would be like the original. Raphael knew the rage would only cause her to lash out, blocking her attacks with his own sword or the bracers around his arms. “You are his dog, nothing more, you crave the obedience which is why you trail after his every word. Everything you claim me to be for our father, you are for Lucifer, you exchanged your grace and heavenly home for another, lesser, God.” He scoffs at the other shaking his head before unfurling his wings and slamming her with them into the walls of the hall. “I will run Lilith through and stop this perversion.”

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The never ending hallway was frustrating to say the least, unable to find a door to lead him into a new room or even seem to pinpoint where the distant voices were coming from as continued to move down the corridor in search for anything or anyone. “This is exactly why I don’t do those stupid corn mazes,” Nikolai grumbled to himself before catching sight of a figure in the distance. “Hey, wait, you know where I can find a damn exit in this place? This Harry Potter shit is getting really annoying.”

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Being in the mist of battle and having the halls switch up on them only left Raphael frustrated, more demon tricks to help keep the Betrayer alive, to help keep this whole farce alive. As he stormed the halls he came to a halt seeing a young witch. “I wonder if the walls will come down to protect the spawn.” He answers back as he twirls his angelic blade in his hand approaching the creature.

Raphael’s words made Zeldris laugh, the nephilim continuing to move closer. “Now, Raphael, I thought angels weren’t supposed to lie.” The smile on her lips faltered slightly, obsessive determination taking over her gaze. “You betrayed Him. Imprisoned Him for exposing the false god’s lies. You fear His return because you know it is inevitable.” She spit in his direction. “That precious grace you desperately cling to is nothing but a noose,” she proclaimed, pointing in Raphael’s direction. “You are a brainless puppet, always have been. And you will die, still crawling under the shadow of better men.” The shadows in the room began to swirl around Zeldris, a dark purple glow emitting from the corrupted angelic swords hanging from her belt. “You vermin are not my kin. You caged my kin. You murdered my kin!” Lucifer. Khemu. Blood would be spilled in their name that night, their suffering would finally be avenged. No matter the cost, Raphael would fail his mission, and he would pay for his sins. Zeldris unsheathed her swords, centuries of anger and grief encouraging her to eliminate the space between her and the archangel. “I will mount your head on the pearly gates!”

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Raphael could only shake his head, she had fallen so far and lost her mind in the process, angels weren’t built to break God’s order, were made to live so far out of His light. “The only God’s rule, Lucifer is delusional and it seems that he has infected you with the same delusions.” As if there was ever a question about their father being the one true God, as if Lucifer thought he had what it took to put others before himself, before his vanity, pride, lust. He took sin and amplified it. “I am the son I was made to be and meant to be, dutiful and respecting of my Lord and Father, his justice. I have no shame and I know what path I am meant to be on.” Raphael would never turn his back on that, even when God turned his back on Heaven, the silence was enough to drive many mad but Raphael kept his faith. He knew how to continue without God’s voice in his ear, he had it in his heart. “Vermin...that sounds more like ilk you’ve been slumming with in hell and that monstrous thing you play mother to, what is that one we’ve had reports of you spending all your time with? The gluttonous harlot miscreant and her disgusting displays.” He found it vile how many people ended up in the hospital after being over indulgent at her demon den. Unsheathing his sword it shined brightly with heavenly grace, “You couldn’t get close enough to the gates any longer. You forget your place and you forget your rank. I can’t redeem your grace but I can be sure you don’t besmirch the Lords creation any longer, then I will move onto the Whore.”

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The sound of her footsteps echoed through the hallways, heightened senses carefully inspecting their surroundings, searching for that familiar aura they had detected minutes before. Zeldris didn’t care about the happenings within the castle, unbothered by the locked doors or the ever changing passageways she was forced to follow. None of that mattered, everything else becoming insignificant the moment her eyes laid on him at the top of the stone steps. She utilized the shadows to discard the white dress and change into her armor, walking into the castle just as the entrance was closed and locked, hunting down the archangel with little care for anyone else she encountered in the halls.

Finally, she spotted him near a large window, the moonlight shining through from the outside the only source of light to illuminate the encounter. “Poor little lamb…” Her voice was laced with venom, a mocking chuckle escaping her lips as she began to move forward. “…Willingly walking into his own slaughter.”

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This was what Raphael was made for, to stop the seals from being broken, to beat back the vile and evil. He didn’t care if he had to face things alone or if his many siblings would end up following, he knew what was right and he knew his duty. He couldn’t and wouldn’t be distracted by the hallow goings on in the castle. He walked with purpose through the never-ending halls knowing that they were an illusion if he ever knew one. The sword at his hip finally showing its true self of being an angelic blade at the ready to slash down anyone in holy justice. Stopping in front of a window he looked out with disgust, Lucifer would not get closer to being freed.

He smiles softly as his former sister tried to bait him, “I have nothing to fear, no betrayal hanging over my head, no black sludge taking hold where Angelic grace belongs.” He hadn’t even bothered to go for his blade, “Step out of the way, Betrayer, one that was once known as sister. I will deal with you later, I have no time for an oathbreaker, kinslayer. My path is righteous and mission not to be swayed.”