uriel.
“I – have been.”
He merely slipped his hands into his coat pockets, making a mental note of the remark. Uriel didn’t believe people could truly stray away from God - not until they committed sins so grave, that even God didn’t want to offer forgiveness anymore. From the looks of the frail stranger, the angel doubted this human could cause much harm ( which made the task of recruiting him even easier ). After all, weren’t humans always looking for groups that welcomed them?
ACCEPTED them?
Why else would he have stepped into the church, where the presence of God could be felt in every corner? “Have you? Is that why you’re here? Old habits must be hard to break,” Uriel noted, knowing faith would always bring people back. Bring them back to their proper senses.
“I don’t think anyone knows how to fix it, but war is one solution.” The ONLY option, given by the direct orders of God himself. It was the only reason angels were wasting their time on Earth, disguising themselves in the body of prophets. Otherwise he had no interest being here, talking to someone that seemed to SCREAM ‘help me’ with his lost gaze and scattered appearance.
“You may not believe anymore but the church will always accept strangers who seek solace. Take a seat - you’ve even brought food.”
Levi let out a long breath, fighting the urge to laugh, “Yeah, uh. I’ve noticed that too.” He could wish all he wanted, he could never just shed those beliefs, take them off like an extra coat and start brand new. The way this stranger talked about it, it sounded as if they had never experienced such doubts. Lucky.
He found himself looking for the telltale signs of a priest again, but the man in front of him remained as enigmatic as any he’d ever seen. Eydie was still waiting on him, their dinner was getting cold. But...
But there was word again, war, the very use of it only heightening his uneasiness with the situation he’d steered himself into. It was too familiar. Their pastor had always preached that the flesh an angel had taken command of would have countless uses for the glory of God -- war, it seemed, was implicit in those. He frustratingly couldn’t begin to imagine the implications. Just imagining a gun in his hands, blood on Judith’s, was foreign enough.
Levi ignored the alarm bells still ringing in the back of his head and did what he’d never let himself do within the confines of his congregation. He asked the question.
But first, he did what the man had told him, sliding in the second pew. “What would a war like that even look like?” Levi leaned forwards and rested his crossed arms on the pew in front, a slackening of posture that never would’ve been allowed in the church, a small rebellion. “It can’t be... literal?”
