Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-04-19 08:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | michael, raphael |
Who: Michael and Raphael
What: The Call (Originally posted by Raphael)
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Lake Winnebago, Wisconsin
"See you later Randy! Bye Paul" Raphael waved to the two men as they took off in the shiny black 4x4, fishing gear in the back. It had been an enjoyable day, but Randy had to go home to his wife early, and it was his car, so. Randy and Marie had just had a baby boy a few weeks back, which Raphael had helped to deliver. Doing things like that for free meant that Marie insisted on having him over for dinner and sending him back to his solitary lodge laden with leftovers for the next few lunchtimes, and Randy took him out in his boat if he happened to be going. Raphael smiled to himself as he walked up the track to his hut, a rod over his shoulder, and a bucket containing two fish, and his tackle box in hand.
He whistled as he walked, feeling particularly cheery. Spring made the woods beautiful, and he had a spring in his step because of it. He paused a moment when he saw a figure standing on his front porch waiting for him, though, the whistle dying on his lips, feeling both joy and annoyance. Michael never went anywhere unless he had a purpose, and Raphael suspected he knew what this purpose was. Still, he smiled because he did feel glad to see him.
Michael nodded to his brother who looked like a caricature of someone you might see on a fishing documentary. If Michael had been anyone else, he might have laughed. Instead he arched his eyebrow as Raphael drew closer.
"You look unique."
"Just fitting in," Raphael replied, walking up to the porch and displaying the bucket. "Come in. I'll get the kettle on." He left the bucket outside, and put the other things away, hung up his coat and kicking his boots and socks off so he could walk barefoot on the carpet. Then once that was done and the water was set to boil, he went back to Michael and pulled him into a bear hug. "It's good to see you again, brother."
Michael hugged Raphael back and then he patted his brother's shoulder amicably. "Good to see you too, Raphael. And I do apologise for the intrusion."
"Hey no, no intrusion, it's fine. How's things in the big city? It's pretty quiet round here," Raphael said with a quick shrug, glancing shrewdly at Michael's face as he waited for the answer. He hadn't really known Michael to be the type to beat around the bush.
"That is what I came to speak to you about." Michael leaned up against the wall and he faced his brother. "Both Satan and Lucifer are in the city and they seem to feel like it is their duty to mess with the saints." To be fair, it pretty much was.
"Lucifer has his sights set on Saint David's children who are due in a few months, and it is getting a little difficult to handle on my own." Metatron was int he city of course, but he was a voice.
Raphael sighed and went to get two mugs out of the cupboard. "David has kids coming? Wait- Michael... I'm meant to be taking a break from the city," he sighed. Both both Satan and Lucifer together couldn't be easy to deal with.
When Michael said, "when is my break?" he wasn't being bitchy. He was actually curious and trying to attempt a joke. Shaking his head, he said, "and please believe I wouldn't have come if I didn't need to."
Raphael looked at Michael in surprise for a moment, then barked a loud laugh which he hastily covered with a hand over his mouth. He shook his head, then shrugged and threw up his hands in defeat. "I wasn't really going to say no," he said, making the tea as the kettle had boiled. "You must be doing something right if you are holding up against them both." He walked over and handed Michael his mug, then nodded his head to indicate they should sit on the chairs by the fireplace, with were prettily covered with crocheted throws. All part of the look.
Michael took a seat, his hands cupping the mug of tea. It didn't burn him, probably a sure sign he wasn't really human.
"It isn't easy," Michael explained. "Joshua, the Antichrist, has shown up recently too. I fear what the three of them could get up to together without us to balance them out."
"Joshua? Phew." Raphael shook his head. It was amazing how everyone seemed to converge on New York. "No wonder you need my help. What happened to David to get him involved?"
Michael took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "David's wife was taken by Wrath. Wrath gave Lucifer access to her, and David and the rest of the saints reacted foolishly. I understand their motives, but they lit a fire they don't understand and no one can put out."
Raphael nodded. "I imagine Lucifer thought of it as a game, and the saints took it quite seriously. Yes, they should have been more careful. And now the devil wants to claim these unborn children?" He tapped his lip with his finger, frowning. "What do you need me to do? A blessing? Some kind of healing?" he asked.