The Saint's Angel

Hello. I am Saraquael. Pleased to meet you. For now, all that one needs to know is that he is an archangel who 'died' during the angelic civil war. (This is a multiverse roleplaying blog. I mostly am following the supernatural plot to a certain point. Don't be afraid to message me. Claim face: Sean Patrick Flanery I do not own any of the pictures used. Thank you.)

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[sickenedangel-blog]

[ooc] sorry everybody! i have been so caught up in school and stuff. OTL I hate everything.

[askfuturewinchester]

Dean was holding a gun pointed at the other one, who appeared out of the no-where. He knew without even looking for it that his man wasn’t a normal human being, and Dean wasn’t dumb enough to believe that any of those bastards would be good for anything.

“You seem to know me.”, he said snorting before he slowly lowered his gun and kept glaring at the ma. “What do you want here? Can’t wait any longer for the end?”

[sickenedangel-blog]

Saraqael turned his head slightly. "So you are Michael's Sword, right? It is too bad the angels have left and the only ones who are still here are trying to end the world or are dead because they tried." Lightly, he sipped the alcohol. "I am simply here to check on what is left. It is not surprising that there is near to nothing left."

Saraqael turned his head. "Do you believe that you are a savable race?"

[shotgunshellsmoved-deactivated2]

William’s eyes narrowed slightly at the glare, already expecting something like that in the first place. He passed over the meowing kitten to the other, letting it climb of his loose grasp into the other’s hands. “Got’cha”, he muttered, making a mental note to avoid that just on principle. His arms folded loosely in front of his chest once his hands ere empty, eyes rolling as Saraqael spoke. “I ain’t got’a damn problem wit’cha- it’s jus’” he started, grumbling under his breath before uncrossing his arms, “I didn’t sign up t’ be this, I was happy bein’ human an’ ignorant ‘bout wha’ goes on here ‘n the world. Now ‘ve got ya’ll poppin’ out of the woodwork callin’ me broth’a an’ shit ‘long those lines.” He opened his mouth again to say something but just shut it promptly, arms crossing once again.

[sickenedangel-blog]

"Of course, I can... see, how that can be stressful." Saraqael sat down. "I have been seeing my brothers and my sister's fight. I know Daniel and I just felt that I could at least talk to one of my kind without having to fight with them." Saraqael explained. "Just tell me though, has this information become, useful in anyway? I know some humans feel joy when they walk away from saving another. You can use that information from Daniel to do the things that could save others?"

[sickenedangel-blog]

[ooc] This is my 100th post. O.O I guess the first person who messages me, their character get a free blow job from Saraqael

[menagea12-blog]

Balthazar’s gaze narrowed, suspicion upon the very mention of Saraqael wanting to see the weapons. Straightening his posture, the younger Angel materialized himself a glass of wine and took a long sip before even daring to reply. “Here’s the thing. I don’t do deals with siblings. You won’t be getting your pretty little hands on any of the Weapons. Especially not without my assistance.” Balthazar stated. “So, if that’s all you’re looking for, I do believe you should go.”

[sickenedangel-blog]

A smile tugged at the side of Saraqael's lips. He drank the last of his cup of alcohol. "Brave." Saraqael said simply.  "Fine then brother. However, I will get my hands on it. I am faster and stronger then you." Saraqael warned before flying off.

[sickenedangel-blog]

the-angel-jegudiel started following you

A man caught Saraqael's eye as he walked down the street below the current apartment he was looking at. Saraqael turned his head to see the owner distracted and in a blink of an eye, Saraqael was gone. He flew down and appeared at his brother's side. "Jegudiel." He said plainly, walking next to the man as if he had been there all long. "I have felt somebody powerful enter the city, never would I have imagined it was you."

[sickenedangel-blog]

badassdeanwinchester started following you.

Saraqael appeared in the musty motel room. All the lights of the motel burnt out as Saraqael looked around. His noses cringed slightly at the strong smell of drugs and alcohol. The archangel looked around, his vessel's eyes were almost burning. A board on the motel room wall caught his eye as they adjusted to the dark. With a snap, the lights that the archangel burnt out repaired themselves and lit up.

Looking closer at the board, he could see what the hunter was after. "A nest of vampires. It is unfortunate that you are wasting your time." Saraqael said. "These particular vampires survive on the blood of animals, rather then the blood of humans. I do not believe that you should be here." His eyes remained focused on the newspaper articles of random killings that seem to have a pattern to them. "This is the doing of a simple human, killing as if he were a vampire.

[17sailors]

The blog I reblogged this from is worth following.

[shotgunshellsmoved-deactivated2]

“Don’t, I ain’t yo’ problem t’ fix”, William retorted sharply, lowering his tone only because of the weak little meow that came from the kitten still in his hands. Hurt was an understatement, but pride and denial keep him from any attempt at seeking any form of help regarding that. “Ya’ migh’ wanna try ‘n ‘partment or flat, or even where the poor fuck’a yo’re possessin’ used t’ live if tha’s poss’ble. Ain’t jus’ gonna be you tha’s gonna be livin’ there if ya’ plan on lookin’ afta’ this li’l one- gotta’ think ‘bout tha’ too. ‘Sides, ain’t like people often go ‘round sneakin’ in an’ out’a warehouses, tha’ll get ya’ noticed easy.” 

[sickenedangel-blog]

Saraqael glared at the man. Swallowing, he reached out to that the kitty could crawl into his hands. "Well then, thank you for you help. If needed, pray for me and I will come." Saraqael said. "I understand your anger toward angels, but not all of them are the same since god has left us. Also, understand that I do not possess any one. As every angel, I asked Conner's permission, promising him that I would raise his brother from the graves. Being a righteous man, Conner aloud me to walk among humans. If you can please tell me one thing before I go, where did you prejudice come from?"

[menagea12-blog]

Balthazar shrugged slightly, remembering why he left home so enthusiastically. His siblings could grate his nerves more than any thing else. “I’m well aware. I don’t particularly hear any thunder rumbling. I’m certain you remember my own skill-set. Unless, you’ve forgotten my other name. I am quite fond of Balthazar, similar but not quite the same as Balthial. I think Balthazar has more… Pazazz to it.  As for who am I going to side with? There’s a reason why Heaven thinks I am dead, Saraqael. I am going to pick a side. If I must, it certainly won’t be Raphael’s. I’ve already stood for Castiel, unfortunately I will choose his if I must. Although, I don’t wish to pick sides. I’d rather give them both a give-them-hell attitude.”

[sickenedangel-blog]

Saraqael lifted his head and nodded. "Just a question my dear brother. Of course, I would like to see what you snatched maybe I can make a deal. It seems I have been doing that lately." Saraqael placed the drink on the table. "I am particularly looking for Lot's Salt. Of course, I will do anything for you in return."

[pitythemonster]

Sam’s glare hardened, but she put her gun away. But she couldn’t help but be a little awed by the show of his wings. She’d never seen them before, besides the ash remnants of Gabriel’s wings. She set her jaw and took a step back, “What do you want?”

[sickenedangel-blog]

"I do not want anything." Saraqael told her. "However, I have a feeling you need me." Saraqael shrugged as he relaxed a little bit. It had been some time now that Saraqael summoned his power in that sense.

[menagea12-blog]

Balthazar’s arms crossed as his older brother treated him as if he were a mere child. A roll of his eyes accompanied the barking laughter that left his lips. “Saraqael, it’s so good to see you.” The younger Angel heaved a sigh and shook his head as he chuckled. “While I appreciate the offer, I do believe that I can handle myself. I’ve dealt with dear old uncle Raphy well enough. I’m not without my tricks, after all. So, I honestly have no reason to fear. Heaven will never find the Weapons and neither Cass nor Raphael will get their grubby little hands them. I’m not daft enough to hand them over, either. It’ll only result in slaughter. I’ll have no hand in it. So, what do you want? Because, I know better than to sit around talking if I should be getting myself far away from someone or something.”

[sickenedangel-blog]

"Right." The archangel said simply. "There is nobody to fear in range of us. You know my powers. Forgive me." Saraqael blinked. A glass of dark scotch appeared in his hand. "When then, since you believe you can manage yourself, how have you been... managing. Oh, sorry, another question before that, if they do find you, which they will, who's side will you take?" Saraqael asked lifting his eye brow at his younger brother.

[sweetestfeathers]

sickenedangel started following you

[sweetestfeathers]

Gabriel shrugged. “Depends which ones in particular.”

[sickenedangel-blog]

"Any of them." Saraqael snapped and a drink appeared in his other hand. 

[sickenedangel-blog]

the-joharvelle started following you

Saraqael stumbled forward and tripped on a crack in the ground. Blood oozed out his body onto his vessel's hands. "Damn angels." He muttered under his breathe. Using all his strength to pull himself together, he let out a loud yell before trying to fly. His wings gave out over a large field and the man came crashing to the ground. His wings extended out yet, he gulped for air. The archangel did all he could to saw alive. He pulled his wings in to hold them there. "I am not going yet." He promised.

[a-pathetic-fangirl]

[sweetestfeathers]

sickenedangel started following you

[sweetestfeathers]

He smirked. “It’s going frigging awesome kiddo. Maybe even better than before.”

[sickenedangel-blog]

"I am glad you are enjoying yourself." Saraqael said. "Say, Gabriel, have you heard from our brother's in heaven?"