The Blind Leading the Blind

Alec Benjamin Buckley - 20 “Nothing, Everything, Anything, Something: If you have nothing, then you have everything, because you have the freedom to do anything, without the fear of losing something.” Hamaliel; Fallen Angel of Virtue

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S o l a c e. With one of the first daffodils having bloomed in her garden tucked behind the arc of her ear, Faye took the little black book out of her dark-wash jacket and opened it with a slim finger to the centre, pushing with her monochrome nails to reach the appropriate page. At long last, the vibrations of the memorial had quieted, and now, she could handle some business. That business: striking out the names of those no longer needing surveillance. No longer needing observation to ensure that they believed rumours and knew n o t h i n g.  The only sound was that of the rustling buds from the slight wind and the scratch of her ballpoint, an intermittent interruption to the isolation. She didn’t feel suppressed, for once. (Though it was also too much to assume that she felt peaceful as well.) It was someplace in the middle, and that was fine with her - beyond a d e q u a t e, to be certain. But if someone all of a sudden needed her - ( ear, shoulder, arm, mind ) - they would find her. They always did. And they would always w a n t something.

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There were few, only a handful really, that Alec Buckley associated with when it came to the blue bloods. While he still regarded each and everyone one of them as his brothers and sisters, that didn't stop him from avoiding most like the plague. There were varies reasons of why the raven haired vampyre stayed away from them but most of those reasons could be summed up in one word. 

E x p e c t a t i o n s. 

Not the expectations of bringing them home, Hameliel was fairly certain most of them had given up on that assumption centuries ago. It was just expectations in general. Over the years Hameliel had crafted carefully placed and intentional relationships with every Blue Blood he came in contact with. To some he'd play the annoying little brother role. Subconsciously planting himself as a lovable nuisance. To other's he would be the definition of indifference. Showing little to no emotion despite what they had to say to him. 

And for other's Hameliel found himself simply avoiding all together. Carefully slipping out of a room when they entered or conveniently having something else to do whenever they sprung a surprise interaction upon him. For each of his fellow angels he held a different persona and over time the act had made him loose touch with himself with all of them, except one. A n a r e l l.

The one angel who was always far too clever to fall for his boyish grin and aura of indifference. Snuffing out his secrets before even he knew them. After what felt like an afternoon of searching he had found her tucked away in her garden scribbling in her infamous notebook. Almost completely oblivious to his arrival. Letting out a low whistle as he approached Alec slipped a smile on to his face. "Don't you think we're a little too old for diaries, Faye?"

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Caspian didn’t like to be touched. Not without his consent, anyways. Crowded areas were not his favorite place for that very reason; anyone at any time could bump or nudge him and that just wasn’t acceptable. Particularly on a day like today when he was on edge in the first place.

Some unfortunate soul in a hurry happened to fall victim to his tendencies today after her bag knocked against his arm, nearly sending his phone to the ground. “Excuse you,” he shouted after her with a dark gleam in his eyes. Caspian hurried to catch up with her, turning her around abruptly with his hand locked around her wrist. “I’m talking to you. Watch where you’re going or next time I might have no choice but to break your pretty little wrist and maybe something more if you’re lucky.”

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One thing that Alec never seemed to quite understand was why only American cities were known for being busy cities. New York with it's title of never sleeping. Vegas being known as it's nickname, Sin City. Los Angeles being considered the place for stars. London was just as busy, just as sinful, and just as star filled as any of those places but America had always been known for it's ability to consider itself the best at everything. A hundred years later and they were still on the winning the independence from Britain high. Completely unaware that without having blue bloods to amongst their soldiers, they probably wouldn't have. 

Not that Alec expected some sort of thanks. It was just an amusing thought to pass his time as he strolled through a city he truly loved to clear his mind. There were a million other things that the boy could be doing, should be doing. But as always he was opting to push them to a later date. It was completely by chance that he noticed Caspian the crowd. Annoyance quickly bubbling under the surface at just his presence but unlike many of the other times Alec wasn't going to start pick a fight today. Or at least that had been the plan until he witnessed Caspian stalking after a unknown woman. He hadn't been close enough to quite hear when the conduit was saying but you'd have to be blind to consider it to be anything nice.

Quickly Alec cut through the crowd until he next to the both of them. Gently laying a soothing hand on the girl's back. She looked terrified and about two seconds away from crying and that only made Alec's previous annoyance turn into anger. Glaring at the blue eyed man Alec reached out to grab their interlocked hands. Letting his hand circle Caspian's wrist and slowly tightening his grip. "I suggest you let go of her arm while you have the chance, Briarwood."

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    There was no rest for the wicked; wasn’t that the saying? Well, there certainly was no rest for Victoire. The London Blood Bank may have burnt to the ground, along with all their files, documents and history but that didn’t mean work stopped. There were still a hundred and one things Vic had to do, plan and arrange on top of this fresh pile of b u l l c r a p that had dropped into her lap like a sack of potatoes.

    But though the entire Blue Blood community and their Red Blood companions were in mourning for the loss of their young, there were still charity functions and other such things to plan and put together. Today she was looking into venues for a blood drive for the Red Cross a cause that the Committee have backed and helped grow for years. With paperwork in her arms, mobile phone in one hand and a coffee from Starbucks in the other she power marched through the streets in the direction of the next location up for review,                                                                              however a gust of wind had other plans.

    Whipping through the air, the current caught the paper work she held a fraction too loosely in her arms and snatched them into the air. “Fuck!” She swore, dropping her coffee as she grabbed at the sheets of important documents as they fluttered in the wind. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

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Spring was in the air and while many people found that to be a good thing, it only reminded Alec that finals were just around the corner. It was ironic really, how he found himself stressing over exam session as if he was a regular human college student. As if he hadn't lived through everything that was taught in his history class. Or walked among the scientist that they spent hours accrediting to some of the world's greatest advances. 

But the fact of the matter was, Hamaliel knew all of those things. Lived all of those lives, Alec hadn't. And as ridiculous as it must of sounded Alec refused to use his knowledge as Hamaliel to pass exams. In it's was cheating in it's own way and it wasn't the honorable thing to do. Which is why the raven haired young man found himself rushing through the streets of London to get to a study group on time. April officially begun and before any of them knew it, it'd be May. And a small part of him was looking forward to the hectic-ness of exam weeks. 

It gave him other things to focus his attention on rather than the list of growing problems in the blue blood community. A few weeks ago he had told himself that he'd be a better blue blood, that he'd find a way to accomplish the task god had given him. But things were esculating far too quickly and Alec found him shrinking back again. Avoiding Blue Bloods and trying to burt his duties. He had just rounded a corner when a sheet of paper lightly smacked into his face. Quickly pulling the paper off it didn't take long to notice the others floating through the air and Alec gracefully caught them before making his way to the brunette making quick work of grabbing the rest. 

“Windy days are a bitch huh?”

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B if for Buckley. B is for Brave : Buckley Family Template

Father: Marcos Alexander Buckley also known as Raziel; Fallen Angel of Mysteries.

Mother: Valentina Constance Buckley also known as Jegudiel; Fallen Angel of Responsibility

Adopted Older Sister: Cecelia Marie Buckley - Human Conduit 

Alecsander Pierce Buckley also known as Hamaliel; Fallen Angel of Virtue

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Maeve went into her bedroom and shot her parents a quick text, telling them that she was going to go out with Alec but would make it up to them. She got mixed reactions. Richard seemed pleased, as he had always been the one to push her towards her bondmate a little more while Estelle Maeve could tell was upset from what she had sent back. Estelle had always been colder towards Alec and Maeve was not sure why. Probably because of the distance between them. Estelle may not have been her real mother but she was still one to Maeve in every way that she could be. Perhaps her coldness to Alec was just maternal protectiveness. But Maeve had been right in knowing that the promise of Paris shopping would appease her. “You never think shopping sounds like fun,” Maeve called back, her voice having a slight teasing tone to it as she grabbed her clutch and threw on her coat. London was still bitter cold in late February. She knew that her bondmate had never held the same views of shopping that she always had, as long as they had been on earth. Maeve couldn’t help it, she liked beautiful things, art and music, nature and literature, and fashion included. “So,” she said as she walked back to stand in front of him, still a few inches shorter even in her heels, “Where would you like to go?”

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"That's because shopping is never fun." How his bond mate could spend hours upon hours at stores had never made sense to Alec. It had at least gotten easier though, with things like malls shopping centers, and cars coming into existence. They at least didn't have to spend hours traveling to and back for shopping sprees. 

At first he had foolishly thought that it would possibly cut back on the amount of hours Maeve shopped but surprisingly it just made them stay longer since they didn't have to worry about traveling too far to get back home. "I still remember that one time you tricked me into going with you when I was fourteen and you were sixteen. "It'll be just a quick in and out thing, Alec." You said and we spent eight hours there. That's like a whole school day, Mae.Who needs that many hours to shop?”  

Although Alec was complaining it was all lightheartedly and in good fun. If he were being honest it was one of his favorite memories from this cycle with her. Sadly not even two weeks after that trip Maeve had started to get back her memories and things hadn't really been the same sense. The boy had taken it upon himself to make himself comfortable on Maeve's couch as she went to her room and contacted her parents. The moment she was back however he as standing up again and already by the door. 

Alec had been sure that she'd decline his offer to do something when he got here, but on the off chance that she did say yes he had taken the liberty to plan something. "To your roof actually." He commented smugly before opening the door for her as a cue for her to not ask too many questions.

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“Ah, but this isn’t our first encounter, Al,” she gave his knee a squeeze, setting her mail down on the tabletop. Jasmine watched him for a moment before blinking. She wondered for a moment why it was that he hadn’t gone yet. She was hardly the type for people to stick around. More specifically, their people. Jas groaned loudly, half-teasing, half-serious.

“Cute? I’m a lady, Alec, you can’t reduce me to cute. That’s such a school girl term. I’d like to think I’ve evolved from pleated skirts.” A breath of laughter. “Here, repeat after me: ‘You’re cute’. Good? Then say: ‘You’re ravishing’. Which one packs more punch?” She swatted his knee with the invitation, giggling. “The latter, you daft punk.”

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Alec barely considered fleeting glances from across a crowded room and a few awkward hellos as encounters. They were more like brief exchanges of ships that past each other through the night. Which had been more than fine for Alec in the past because he liked not having to mingle with his fellow blue bloods. But now that he was making more of an effort to take his duties seriously,he had to do a better job at interacting with the people he had been avoiding for decades. 

The raven haired boy acknowledged her excessive touching with an arched eyebrow not quite sure whether she was attempting to flirt with him or if she was just naturally over affectionate. "Ravishing is a mouthful and no one who isn't trying way too hard or trying to write a poem will ever use it to actually compliment someone. You get cute or you get nothing." Alec played along letting out his own light laugh.

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Maeve reached up and pulled her hair over her shoulder, securing the rose pendant around her neck. While maybe it was not the sort of accessory that a person wore out to go dancing on their birthday, it had been a kind thing for Alec to do for her and she wanted to acknowledge that. And then he asked her to go to dinner with him. Now that was an even bigger surprise than him showing up at her door had been. They hadn’t formally celebrated birthdays together since they were teenagers. Maeve knew her bondmate, they may have not had the relationship like they used to but she still knew him better than anyone else. There had to be a reason behind him asking her. Did he want to try and work things out between them? Did he want to take her out only to spite her the whole time? She hoped it was the former. With there only being 400 of their people left, Maeve knew she had to be there for them. She could not separate herself like she tended to do. Maybe Alec wanted to work something out? So, Maeve took the risk. “Okay, we’ll go to dinner,” she told him after a moment of hesitation, “I can text them, see if they want to reschedule. You know Estelle. If I tell her that we’ll make it up by shopping in Paris then she won’t mind at all,” she told him with a small smile and went to go get her phone. The comment about Kinsie hit her in a way she knew wasn’t allowed. She wasn’t allowed to feel a little hurt over him seeing someone, not after what she had been doing to him for almost 600 years, with Henry and her other lovers since. Maeve hated herself for the way knowing he was with someone else hurt her. 

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The angel noted that she looked nice with the necklace on but chose not to compliment her on it. Maeve wasn't a spiteful person but a part of him still liked to believe she took pleasure in having him wrapped around her finger. A reliable back up plan in case one of her many other suitors displeased her in anyway. She took the fact that he loved her unconditionally and would do anything for her for granted and for too many years he had let her do it. He was making an effort to be nice to her tonight but that didn't mean he was going to let his guard down. Let his bondmate wiggle her way through the walls that he had built specifically to keep her out. He had admitted to himself earlier that he was the one who needed this tonight, that he need Maeve by his side to dull the weight of all the stress he had been under lately. But that in no way meant that he had forgiven her. It took him a moment to process that she had said yes to the dinner. Alec had been pretty certain that she would decline and that he would be on his way out by now and the fact that it wasn't what happened caught him off guard. He recovered quickly however and gave a curt nod. Okay, they were really going to go to dinner, this was going to happen. He could handle it. He wasn't going to regret this. Estelle wasn't particularly one of Alec's favorite elder blue bloods. She had a knack for always finding something insulting to say to him without it outwardly being insulting. To put it shortly he was pretty sure she hated him but whether it was because he treated Maeve coldly or it was because of his horrific job at being their savior, he didn't know. Still Alec managed to smile. The woman may not have been Maeve's real mother but he could tell his bond mate genuinely loved her and that was enough to make him bite his tongue. "Oh, shopping that sounds like fun." He commented flatly the boyish grin on his face the only indicator that he was joking. 

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“You can come in,” Maeve said and stepped aside so he wouldn’t have to just stand in the doorway. While he had been to her place a few times, it was still a little odd to see him there. Once again, she was reminded of how separate lives they lived. They went to the same college but had different friends, ran in different circles. To the humans they knew, the two of them were just acquaintances because of their families knowing each other. “Oh…well thank you,” Maeve said with a tight smile and took the box from him. Surely he didn’t get her anything too nice or fancy. But when she did open the box, her mouth fell open a little. While she had been right that the gift wasn’t anything fancy, no sparkling diamonds or anything like that, she thought it to be lovely. Simple but lovely. “Oh Alec..,” she said softly as she picked it up with her delicate fingers to inspect it. If he had gotten her a rose because he thought that it was her favorite than he had been right. Roses were her favorite. They were timeless and she grew them in her small garden. In God we trust were engraved into it. After everything that had happened, Maeve was starting to doubt that but she didn’t say anything about that. “It’s lovely,” she said and looked up to meet his eyes. Had they been closer, she would have embraced him or kissed his cheek but she knew that would not be appropriate. “Thank you.”

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Taking a step into the room as she closed the door behind him Alec let himself glance around the room. Not much had changed since the last time he had been here but then again Maeve never was the type to spontaneously redecorate. Always far too busy saving lives or raising charity for one foundation or another. Both very admirable things but Alec couldn't help but feel like she did most of those things each lifetime. As if they'd atone for her sins even after he insisted on having forgiven her. It hadn't occurred to him until this time around that maybe she wasn't atoning for the sins she had committed against him but for the wrongs that he had committed against Henry. After all the man had died because of her and while Alec couldn't help but feel bad about that, this time it just made him more bitter. In her eyes Henry dying just seemed to make her love him more. Maybe Hamaliel had to die for her to even love him a quarter as much as she loved Henry. For the second time that night he foudn his thoughts going bitter and has to steer himself back on to the right path. Forcing another smile Alec nodded suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. This was the part where he had planned to ask if she wanted to go out and do something with him but she had already told him she had plans. "I know you have plans with your parents but since we both know birthdays aren't really big in our...community maybe you want to grab dinner with me instead? I'd have you back in time to go out with your friends. Unless you don't want to, which is fine. I mean I can always call Kinsie to hang out with me."

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She glanced up from her invitation, lips twisting into a knowing smirk. She tended to stray far from Alec at Blue Blood events and invitationals. Certain Angels were better to avoid than others. An angel who knew only virtue sounded like dangerous territory to Jas. After all, a creature who knew only sin would practically smell of the fact’s sweet perfume in his presence. 

“Only when I think someone cute’s watching,” Jas replied, innocent eyes sweeping over him. “Need something? Or do you often watch women read their mail?”

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Managing to crack a small smile at her lighthearted attempt to flirt Alec took a casual seat in front of her. Letting his dark orbs sweep over her as if it'd give him some sort of clue as to why she seemed so different from the rest of them. "Well as someone cute I can assure you that talking to yourself isn't the greatest first introduction, Jasmine." 

The two had bumped into each other here and there but Alec was coming to the realization that this was their first official chat. "Only when I think it's someone cute doing it." He mimicked with the faintest of smiles. 

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Honey, you’re familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

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Alec Buckley + Meaningful Relationships: Nikolas Pierce 

The digital clock in Alec’s dorm room had just stuck three am when his cellphone started to buzz. It was mid-terms week and contrary to popular belief Alec actually took his school work seriously. Which is why he debated just letting it go to voice mail until the name flashing on the screen of his iPhone caught his attention.

“Mrs. Pierce?” He questioned to himself. Sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Why would the human neighbor of his parents be calling him so late?

Rubbing a hand over his tired eyes Alec let the pen fall from his hand as he reached towards the phone. Managing to hit answer right before it went to voice mail. He hadn’t even managed to get a word in before the woman was speaking to him. “Alec….Alec do you happen to know where Nikolas is?” She asked her voice sounding shaky.

The question was enough to turn Alec’s blood cold. Nikolas was missing? Little Nikolas Pierce? The younger boy who had grown up next door to him. Who at just five years old had deemed Alec Buckley his hero for some unknown reason to anyone but himself? Nikolas Pierce, a junior at St. Agnes who had been lucky enough to be too sick to attend the ball and suffer the same fate as most of his classmates.

Nikolas Pierce, the boy Alec considered to be a little brother.

Alec’s silence seemed to have been enough for the answer for the woman because pretty soon she was sobbing into his ear. “God Alec, you were our last hope. We’ve called all of his friends….the ones who are still alive anyways. No one seems to know where he is. He left this morning saying he was going out and he hasn’t been back since!” The woman was frantic now particularly screaming even as she sobbed and he couldn’t blame her.

After everything that had happened lately to know your only child was out there unaccounted for must have been terrifying. Even Alec found himself fighting off a panic attack. Where in the world could Nikolas be? “I’ll go out looking right now, Mrs. Pierce. He has to be somewhere, we’ll find him.”

With that the dark haired boy hung up. Thoughts of studying and his English midterm tomorrow completely gone as he grabbed his jacket and slipped out of his dorm. At this point he wasn’t even sure where he was going. London was a big city, Nikolas could have been anywhere. The thought to text him crossed his mind but the likelihood that the boy would text back seemed to be slim. 

Instead Alec found himself praying for the first time in a long time. “God please lead me to where he is.” He muttered under his breath as weaved through his quiet campus to get to his car. “God please make sure he is alright. The last thing any of them needed was another death. Another tragedy. While the Pierces has nothing to do with the Blue Blood Society, Nikolas was a good kid. Stubborn and sarcastic when he wanted to be but he was still a good kid and Alec saw him doing great things one day but he could only do those great things if he was alive and still breathing.

Guided by pure instinct the angel found himself driving to the park. A park that their parents had always taken to boys to for play dates. The same park Alec took Nikolas to the first time the younger boy ditched school. And the same park they had gone to every day for an entire summer to build their secret tree house in the forest.

Most people who came here never ventured from the clear open spaces but Alec and Nikolas had found their solace in the forest that surrounded the park. Deciding on a whim one day to build a tree house there and to make it their ultimate bro cave. Alec hadn’t been to the place in almost a year, the legendary tree house almost becoming a distant memory.

But just like that he found himself in standing in front of it and just in time to see a broken Nikolas standing on the edge of the open doorway. If the tree had been a building Nik could have easily been three stories high. If he jumped the chances he’d die were higher than what Hamaliel was comfortable with. “Nikolas Andrew Pierce don’t you even think about it.” He commanded the younger boy making his presence known.

“You aren’t my father you can’t tell me what to do.” The dirty blonde countered back defiantly not even sparing Alec a glance. “Do you honestly think this is going to solve anything, Nik? Do you? I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You are going to jump off of that tree. You are going to die. We’re all going to have a funeral for you. And the world is going to continue to spin. You’ll just become another name on that list of many St. Agnes kids who died this year. You’re death isn’t going to bring them back. It’s not going to right any of the wrongs in the world. You’ll just be adding more pain and suffering to the lives of the people you love.”

Alec took steps closer to the tree as he spoke. Taking advantage of Nikolas being more focused on Alec’s words than his sudden suicide attempt. “You won’t be doing any of your friends a favor. Because the ones you join in death will be pissed at you for willingly deciding to leave and the ones you left on earth will be angry at you for being a coward and succumbing to your sadness. So you’re right, I’m not your father. I can’t tell you what to do. But I can tell you that this is a mistake, the kind that you can’t take back.” By now Alec was already up the tree and behind Nikolas. Completely ready to catch him if his speech didn’t do the trick.

In a move so sudden Nikolas was spinning around. No doubt having come to his senses and changing his mind but the human boy had moved too quickly. It caused him to lose his footing and in a blink of an eye he seemed to be falling. Acting quickly Alec did something he rarely did, used his blue blood speed and grabbed on to the boy. Pulling him back to safety before he could fall too far.

Once they were both back on to solid ground he let go and suddenly found himself laughing. It wasn’t funny that Nikolas had almost died but the irony of it all was something he couldn’t look past. When the boy had decided he wanted to live it was then he had almost died. Thankfully Nikolas seemed to be laughing along with him.

But it didn’t take long for the younger boy’s laughter to turn into tears and pretty soon he was crying. “I just can’t believe they are gone, Alec. Daniel, Catherine, Stephen, Brittney. They are all suddenly gone and no one has a god damn clue why and it’s so fucked up. I keep blaming myself. I keep asking why them and not me? What did they do to deserve it huh? They were good people and now they are just god. Half of my circle of friends just vanished in one night. How is that fair?”

It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair at all but instead of adding fuel to the fire Alec reached out to bring the younger boy in for a hug instead. 

“It may not feel like it but everything’s going to be okay, Nik. Eventually it’ll be okay.”

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Ceclia Buckley/Adopted Sister/Conduit - Chasity

Noun, defined as discretion of sexual conduct according to one's state in life; the practice of courtly love. Cleanliness through cultivated good health and hygiene, and maintained by refraining from intoxicants. To be honest with oneself, one's family, one's friends, and to all of humanity. Embracing of moral wholesomeness and achieving purity of thought-through education and betterment. The ability to refrain from being distracted and influenced by hostility, temptation or corruption.

"A clean heart is a free heart. I suggest you do some spring cleaning." 

"Alright Mother Teresa."

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Headcanon #1: 

Hamaliel has an undeniable bond with the humans of earth. Cycle after cycle he finds himself more drawn to them. Humanity has always fascinated the angel of virtue. How they seem to fall and get up time after time without complaint. They aren't perfect a creation, ridden with a plethora of flaws. They rage wars and hold grudges. They contradict themselves on a daily basis and while most of his fellow blue bloods see them as idiots. Hamaliel pulls most of his inspiration from them. Humans may sin and they may make mistake after mistake but in his eyes they are and always will be more good than they are evil. Its one of the reasons why he surrounds himself with so many of them. Blue Bloods see them as fragile beings but Hamaliel knows the truth. In their hearts, in the depths of their souls they are stronger than any Blue Blood could ever be because they accept that life isn't perfect. They embraced their sins and flaws. They love and they hate and they don't waste a minute of their precious lives. In short they make him feel alive and there is nothing in the world he wouldn't do for the humans who surround him.  They sinned of course but even the worst of them embodied the virtues that made up his being. Sometimes even more than he embodied it himself.

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