Who:Big Daddy Archangel Yves. What: It's raining blood. Yves is going to put a stop to that. When: Sunday night, midnight-ish. Where: Ravenmoore. First at his library, then outside the Apartment, then up in the Heavens, then back on Earth. Mostly centralised around Ravenmoore. Warnings: Some profanity, mention of blood, shouldn't be much else. Status: Narrative
I added a TL;DR bit at the end, btw. :)
The evening started out well enough. Yves was sitting down with a cup of coffee, reading and writing, taking in various notes as he went. His library was constantly expanding and soon he'd need to exert some energy and Grace to extend it out further. His library operated on the same basic concepts as the Doctor's TARDIS in that it was much bigger on the inside, but magic like that required Grace.
He was busy enough taking notes that he didn't even notice everything going on outside in Ravenmoore. Mind you, it was a pretty big place, the biggest in Preya, so that was hardly surprising. He did feel the beginnings of what felt like a cluster headache mixed with a tension in his muscles starting to form which he couldn't exactly pinpoint. He wasn't exactly paying attention to it, in any case.
As the midnight hour ticked closer, he felt his wings bristle uncomfortably, perhaps some subconscious part of himself sensing something was wrong. He blinked, putting down the coffee and the papers he was perusing, before he slowly stood. As he did so, as the midnight hour arrived he felt the tension in him increase and he could feel the bookshelves rattling in alarm, as if the very Word itself were troubled.
He slowly walked out of his office and looked at the rattling shelves, his hand moving to one of them as if to attempt to steady them. He closed his eyes and winced, recoiling as if in pain. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Suddenly, his head snapped to the door. In an instant he was there, opening it.
He tasted the molten ash of death on his tongue. He felt the unease in the air, the screams of alarm, the terror. The blood. It was raining blood.
There weren't many people out, thankfully. The late hour was proof enough of that. But Yves knew there were some out here, some who her frantically trying to escape the crimson deluge, he even felt the fear of those who looked out their windows and saw it. You didn't need to be outside to know what it was, the streaks it left on the glass, the metallic scent permeating the air.
But unlike those who had the urge to run for cover, Yves slowly walked out into the deluge. The rain fell on his skin, in his hair. Within seconds he was drenched. He didn't care. He barely noticed. The stain on him wasn't important, he was Archangel, Pure, Light, Divine, the Firstborn, the most powerful in his world save for his Father.
Yves was known back home as the calm one, the voice of reason, the one who didn't take sides, who just loved each and every one of his brothers. But there was always the hint of something else there. After all, he was so powerful. Powerful enough to name God himself, he held the names of every living being in creation in his world, he was the Wordsmith, the very architect of destiny's will.
There had even been rumours going around that Yves was God himself, but given any other time it would be a laughable concept. Just this time of day yesterday Yves had been helping himself to probably the biggest burger in Preya, laughing like a little kid when he spilled most of its contents on himself. He snored so loudly that Eli and Azrael had often threatened to smother him with a pillow. He volunteered on toy drives and read to little kids who were sick or lonely or just wanted a guiding presence.
But right now, drenched in blood, his raven hair down and flowing around him, he didn't look anything like that adorable guy. His head down, the blood dripping down the dangling strands. The light fixtures outside started to flicker, and a low hum, inaudible to humans but audible to angels and certain animals was visible.
It had been a long time since he'd felt anger like this. Blinding fury, insurmountable rage, vengeance and retribution stabbing icy cold daggers in his essence. His crystal blue eyes turned blinding white, searing with Grace. Tendrils of white electricity curled through his hair, his arms, his limbs. The silhouette of enormous wings was momentarily visible in the flickering lights.
Yves raised his head, his eyes near-blinding with Grace. Even right now he toned it down enough so that it wouldn't harm humans, at the most it would seem like his eyes were on high-beam in car terms. His jaw set, he grit his teeth slightly. Angel radio most likely at this point was going haywire, not with words, not with Enochian but with a haunting cold melody that warned of retribution, of battle, of vengeance, of anger.
Yves was pissed. The anger swept off him in calming waves of burning cold heat, his wings prickled again and again, still hidden from view. He took a moment to reign in his anger, searching, waiting, trying to find the source of the rain. Because someone had caused this, it hadn't just spontaneously occurred.
There. He felt a flicker of it, of Sin, unnatural abomination. He let out a soft noise that sounded like a growl, before with a sharp movement he had taken flight. In the matter of seconds he was already well above the city, his wings stretched out to their full extent, beating powerfully through the crimson deluge that continued to rain.
As he grew higher so too did his anger. Who dared... who dared commit such a terrible atrocity? Tainting the streets of Preya with blood. Virgin blood most likely, it was normally the weapon of choice in these instances.
He soared higher and higher, through clouds and vapour. His wings were drenched now but still he ascended to the Heavens. He didn't know whether there was some limit as to how high he could go but he kept flying, the higher he went, the more effective his justice would be.
He still felt the unnatural presence down on the ground, he felt its stain grow, becoming more obvious to him as time passed. Eventually Yves slowed his movements.
He stood now at a point that could be classified as higher than humans could breathe, higher than mechanics could survive. The air was thin here, and he'd passed the point where the rain started some time ago. Right now Yves looked absolutely terrifying, his blinding eyes were shining with piercing white, blue and gold, his wings were glittering with colours not on the human spectrum so much so that it looked as if he were draped in constellations. They were stretched out far and wide across the heavens.
The growl in his throat turned into a snarl, right now there was something vicious in him like an animal. Angels were soldiers, didn't matter what world they belonged in, and you only needed to look at the Bible to know that Heaven, God and the Angels weren't always gentle when it came to their righteous fury. Still, there was a fragment of Yves that was still in control, even though it had been centuries (at least) since he had exacted such rage.
He was no stranger to blood rain, and certainly no stranger to making it stop. He knew if it continued it was likely to spread further, and he knew that if he did not stop it now it would swiftly infect all of Preya if he didn't do anything.
Yves's eyes turned even brighter, so much so that his face was barely visible, just blinding light. If it were any brighter then the sun would be shining on Preya in the dead of night. He drew his hands together, drawing in all his power, the power of the Word and each and every thread of Grace he could gather. The electricity that flowed through him intensified and the ancient song that was audible through angel radio started to intensify.
With a keening cry that to the humans of Preya would have sounded like a clap of thunder, there was a flash of Grace that made the entirety of the Heavens light up. To the humans, it would have seemed like a flash of simple lightning, but the angels would have sensed something else. Perhaps not just angels.
Yves was high enough that at his vantage point by the time his searing burn of Grace reached Preya's landfall it would seem like the gentle fall of snow. But Yves had focused his energy on the source of the rain, he had it now and he wasn't planning on being gentle.
His eyes closed, he focused, and then he sent a searing burn of Grace in their direction. It was a warning shot, but painful enough to make them afraid.
And whoever they are should have been afraid.
Opening his eyes again, Yves let out a sigh, wings still out, still drenched with drying blood. The rain had stopped after he'd unleashed his own Heavenly rain, though he knew that it wouldn't wash away the blood. He'd done enough, he'd made it stop. The police or whoever could deal with that.
Yves touched down back on the ground with the speed of a bullet, any impact he'd made to the ground instantly repairing as he made his way to his feet. His wings were folded away now, his eyes human but still burning with anger. He slowly looked around, jaw set, almost as if he expected to see the source of the rain still around. But as the angelic snowstorm he'd rained down dissipated and the Grace remained in the air attempting to cleanse the Sin from the atmosphere, he slowly calmed down.
With a flutter of movement he was gone again, most likely to clean himself off.
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So, tl;dr, Yves soared up as high as Preya's magic would allow him to, used his badass angel mojo to make the Heavens rain Grace which as it got close enough to Preya turned into snow. The snowstorm didn't last long and it wouldn't have cleaned up any of the blood. His stuff was centralised to Ravenmoore but people in neighboring places may have heard/seen lightning/thunder in the distance. Sorry if I didn't make this clear enough XD tl;dr Yves angry, rained down heaven, zapped a warning shot to Michael and then went to clean himself up. :D