Uriel Amos

Xanthus: You might be able to help actually. Can you find about a Hellhound named Kaden?

Uriel: A hellound? You have a hellhound brother?

"They did." Raphael smiled. "You should thank them for that because that was the only way I found out that you were telling the truth about your last letters that you sent." He still had not read them. "Do you want me to read them?"

Uriel chuckled. The irony of it all was just an amazing feat. "Only if you can get them. You won't get much information about it other than...I kinda expressed on the last one how much I missed you and even made plans for us to meet in a place. Doesn't matter now because well that was years ago."

Uriel: I'm surprise you don't have more brothers.

Xanthus: I may have one.

Uriel: Oh? Tell me more.

Xanthus: Always has been.

Uriel: I'm surprise you don't have more brothers.

"They thought it was cursed so burning it would spread whatever spell you may had put on them." Raphael smiled. "I never understood why they hate you so much."

Uriel gave him such a bewildered expression that he even felt he was getting older by it. "I have never of something as ridiculous as that. They really believed that?"

"They did?" Raphael knew of the man. He had spoken to him a handful of times. It was obvious many didn't like him for who he was, a hunter; he would not be surprised if his own parents tried to kill him too. "Wouldn't had matter. They didn't like your letters and kept them hidden."

Rafa had very strong points. "I wonder why they kept it hidden. They could have simply burn it if they didn't want you to read it." Uriel shrugged.

Xanthus: Oh I never said that. My father is however.

Uriel: He is?!

Xanthus: As long as you don' t fuck him.

Uriel: I'm not a slag Xanthus.

Rafa blushed at the last part, but he tried not to show it by putting his hands on his face. "Hm...you never told me about them, not even in your letters."

"Well...he asked me to keep our relationship secret. When my parents through he was teaching me, they tried to kill him. "Uriel revealed. "I always had the feeling that your parents may read your letters and I know they didn't like him either so I always kept him out of it."

Xanthus: I do. He is a good dad for the most part.

Uriel: Perhaps you can introduce me to him.

Uriel: Sounds like it was hard for you to be his son.

Xanthus: It was, but I love him.

Uriel: You do?

"I'm glad. It would be awkward to be the only one eating. "Raphael said with a smile. "When did you learn how to cook? I...I'm not the best cook." He said. It was funny. He was good at making vials, but cooking? No really. He was good at baking however.

"My master." Uriel responded right away. "He is the reason I am who am now. I don't think I would figure it out." He really wouldn't have. He was not really something that existed to his parents despite of having a bit of both. "And you of course." He winked.

Xanthus: Because it is him.

Uriel: Sounds like it was hard for you to be his son.

Xanthus: We have to.

Uriel: You have to? Why?

Rafa pouted. He was not in the high ground this time and he didn't like it. "Lemonade is fine. Are you going to eat as well?" He asked him.

"I am." He said and pulled out a lemonade jar. He loved anything sour. "I would not let you eat by yourself and of course I am very hungry." He said.

Rafa grabbed the nearest towel and threw it at him without thinking twice. He then blushed once he realized what he just did. "I'm always nice to you."

"You are. You are just too easy to tease sometimes." Uriel chuckled. "Now what will you drink?" He asked again as he went to the fridge. "I have lemonade and orange juice?"

Xanthus: Why not?

Uriel: Because of how everybody puts him in a bright light.