Hallowed be They

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“i think i’m adorable.”

“it wasn’t very exciting.” azazel murmurs, playing with the grass in front of him. “mostly training. some of the younger angels are… well. they need all the help they can get. i’m meant to be meeting with raphael again in a little while. until creation gets more active, you two are the best parts of my day.”

“i always look amazing.” azazel laughs, pressing a brief kiss to the other’s lips. “you aren’t half bad yourself, you know. good eyes. good lips. good everything from my explorations.”

“you know we don’t require caffeine, yes?” still he takes the drink. the heat of it is calming even if it’s far cooler than his own core of grace. it’s rare for any outside his immediate siblings to gift him anything. “thank you, ivedyel.”

“for what, malachi? for mother? our siblings?” she doesn’t look at him. “i’m all luck, no skill and luck? if there’s one thing i learned from the time i’ve spent in the other world, it’s that luck has limits that skill doesn’t. so i’m not good enough. not yet. not until i have the skill to back up my luck so i’m not a liability simply by spreading my gifts.”

he doesn’t deserve it. Father is showing him a kindness he knows he cannot deserve yet. except… his Father is never wrong. if He says he is forgiven then he must be. but it’s hard to comprehend. michael lowers himself to a knee, head bowed, eyes closed. “i vow to never betray your word again, Father. i will not allow my anger to consume me again.”

“it’s nice to have a reason to laugh.” he loves his Father. always had, always will. and he puts most of the blame on their family troubles on lucifer. but there’s a part of him still bitter. he’s not sure that’ll ever go away completely. “haven’t had any of those in a long time.”