@deastris

Sickness had struck Michael. Which was actually not too rare of a thing. It happened rather often when he had met one of those that had left heaven. Coughing up a black tar like substance. Only a few knew of it since he hid away until it was over again.

This time, it had been especially bad, so bad even Michael was told to rest, sleep. A rare thing for an angel. 

But it had disappeared entirely again, at least it seemed that way as Michael was suddenly not to be found in his bed anymore.

The archangel stepped behind Raquel, hands were placed on the sides of Raq’s hips while his chin came to rest on the other’s shoulder.

          “Raq...”

His voice soft, quiet but the smile on his lips was also to be heard in his voice.

          “I was trying to find Lucifer... he is not on any of the usual places...            did you see him? Or the others?”