#raguel

My Fanservant idea of Raguel-Galahad, an archangel riddled with the sin of Wrath.

Michael was thinking one evening. He sat curled near the bay window in his bedroom, on the cushioned window seat. Heavens sky outside was a bit dimmer, but still bright, soft enough to soothe its residence during nighttime.

Slowly the stars started to appear, each one shining brighter and brighter. As they twinkled in the sky Michael thought about things, he did that a lot now in these past days.

The shock from his father, god, deciding to retire, had worn off and he had gotten used to managing Heaven by then. All he wanted right now was someone who would help him with everything. His siblings Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raguel and Azrael were all busy with their important roles and Emily was just a bit too eager and hyper to help with Michaels serious tasks.

I could always create a new assistant.

Michael thought to himself. The thought came absentmindedly but it stuck.

One day he was with his sister Raguel they had just left a meeting and were going to get some coffee, their only way of surviving.

Whilst they were walking Michael asked Raguel.

“Hey, baby sis do you think I should make a new assistant for my self ? “

@thearchangel-of-justice-raguel

Summary: Keeping Sir Pentious' redemption secret, Heaven's council instead issued an attack on an unprepared Hell in retaliation for Adam's death, led by a vengeful Lute. Sinners of all statuses have been slaughtered on the streets, and even Overlords must fight for their survival. It's two that are of particular interest, Carmilla Carmine and Zestial, who have become surrounded and have to fight their way out. But will it end as they hope, or will they become just another extinguished soul?

Full comic: https://www.fanon.co/fanfics/0783-LOVE-ON-THE-BATTLEFIELD-REDRAW

Once Mira landed, she hastily made her way to the door and knocked.

"Raguel! Your father agreed." Mira was smiling wider than she had in a while, though it was partially warped by her scar.

She waited patiently for her black-haired lover.

Raguel opened the door to her bedroom in the archangel estate. She was shocked at what Mira had said and she smiled too. “No way! He did?!” She covered here mouth as she gasped. “Oh, come on in! I was reading but we can do something else.”

She walked Mira into her room as she used a little magic to clean up the pile of books on her bed. She let out a shake laugh and scratched the back of her head. “I got a bit carried away with research…”

Raguel was walking to the exit of the hall. Her heels clicked with every step, echoing through the huge space.

She had left some books for the speaker, who wasn’t there at that time, and now she was just going back to her regular duties as the angel of justice.

On the way she saw Mira in one of the nice quiet gardens. Raguel immediately recognized her and decided to say hi.

So she went up and waved shyly.

“Hii! Mira, was it? Sorry I’m terrible with names. Take after one of my brothers with that trait.”

Raguel, like Lucifer was very forgetful with names, that’s why she usually used nicknames for a lot of people she didn’t meet often. Luckily Mira’s name was easy to remember and she didn’t embarrass herself.

She brushed a hand lightly over some flowers, which were glimmering like crystal in heavens light.”

“I love this place , it’s quiet… unlike the rest of heaven.”

Mira had been quietly tending to the garden. Her body was restless, as was her soul, and the workers in the garden didn't seem to mind having someone as strong as she was on hand. Not even the men in the group matched her in physical strength.

Of course, Mira still needed help with some tasks. Her dominant hand, her left, hadn't been damaged, but sometimes the amount of grip needed with the non-dominant was more than Mira could handle.

Thankfully, one of the gardeners who knew how badly Mira startled let her know that one of the Archangels was in the garden before Raguel had the chance to catch Mira's attention on her own. Mira had expected the Archangel to be Michael, but this was a different one entirely.

"Oh, hello." Mira turned from her work pruning one of the bushes and put down her tools. The other gardeners had gone and made something to do elsewhere. "It is. Since I've been living with the Speaker, I took a bit of gardening."

The garden was relaxing her to where Mira didn't automatically use her "ma'am"s with the Archangel.

Mira took a seat on one of the benches. The work she was doing may have looked difficult to someone who didn't know what it was like to see the sick underbelly of combat. She needed the break anyway.

*They looked up, shutting the drawer of their desk. The Prince sighed, preparing themself for the conversation that was to come, and walked to the door. As soon as they opened it they looked at the angel standing before them, and greeted:*

Raguel has been talking non stop for half an hour

Selaphiel spaced out five minutes in