Age of Wisdom, Age of Foolishness
Raphael stared at the door, its impassive face as intimidating as the idea of climbing a mountain the human way, and swallowed, trying to ignore the sunken pit in his stomach.
Oh how he wished that the news he was coming to deliver to Kay was any better than it was. Or anything but what it was.
When she'd asked him to talk to Lucifer himself, judge the news that had sent Kay into such a tailspin for himself, make sure it was actually as bad as she thought it was, he hadn't expected it to be anything like what the Lord of Hell had told him, and the thought of telling Kay that it wasn't quite as bad as she thought, but it was still pretty close...
Shuddering, Raphael half-wished that he could turn tail and run, especially since he'd have to deal with a pissed off, teenaged Fate whose dog he'd left in Hell for the moment, to teach her a lesson about respecting people rather than bulldozing over them.
But he couldn't let himself do that, it wouldn't be fair to anyone, so he steeled himself and pushed the door to their apartment open.