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[falling-thomas-blog]

-reading over a few old, tattered papers curiously-

[warriorthiago-blog]

“If you’re going to check me out, at least be less obvious about it...or don’t I guess. Up to you.”

[saintraphaelthearchangel-blog]

   “Here’s a hint for you: if you want to survive, get out. N o w.”

[rosexasquith-blog]

Rose hiked up the stairs to the second floor, feet moving in the usual route to avoid the piles of rubble scattered about. The second floor apartment was only one of the many safe-houses she’d set up around the city. She’d escaped here a few nights before when her previous one had been compromised by Angels. 

She’d gone out to scavenge for provisions in the early morning, but as she neared the door, a feeling of dread ran down her spine. The door was propped open a few inches -- she hadn’t left it open when she’d left. Careful not to make too much noise, Rose gently pushed open the door to look inside. It seemed to be empty, but the dust revealed footprints suggesting other-wise. Her hand pulled out her small handgun, feet quick to move to the point wherein the intruder rested, gun pressed up against the other’s head.

“It’s not polite to break and enter, even in this day and age.” It was ironic really, given that’s really what she did to survive. Though, it’s always unpleasant when the situations flipped. 

[saintxmichael-blog]

Michael closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and turned his face sky-wards. “Father,” He whispered. “I wonder if you can hear me now.” The Archangel stilled for a moment, asking himself if maybe this was pointless. He’d prayed to their Father almost everyday since his departure. “We’ve suffered losses.” Michael admitted and turned his face away from the sky. “But you know which losses affect me the most.” Ariel, his thoughts screamed at him, Lucifer. Both had left him, his brother even twice and neither of them answered his calls. 

Loyalty and family were the most important things Michael knew. Around him, as the war continued and the world crumbled, so did his family. Most Archangels were nowhere to be found and although he was heaven’s best warrior, he was definitely not fit to reign alone. Michael knew he needed Gabriel’s trust, Uriel’s advise, Chamuel’s calmness, Jophiel’s unfailing positive outlook on everything and Raguel’s sense of justice.

His heart stung at the thought of Raphael, who’d began to clearly distance himself from Michael whenever he was present. The Archangel feared what he might have to do if his suspicion about Raphael turned out to be true.

[saintxmichael-blog]

Michael sighed, a long exhale of satisfaction. His face and robes were stained by blood, though not one drop of it was his own. The Archangel’s flaming swords were still covered in red-hot fire, the blood it had been bathed in long evaporated.

[angelofmusicadriel-blog]

“Excuse me? Is someone in here?”

[sethfelixroi]

“What are you doing here?”