God is Dead!

After his stint dealing with Limbo, he'd dropped off a small bonsai tree for the dead priest and headed to Mary's. He figured he'd look in on her, and if he could get a cuddle or three, that would be nice.

However, when he stuck his head into Mary's living room, she wasn't there. Everything looked clean as usual, but she'd left some dishes on the counter. That made him blink. He teleported to Raziel's home, intending to ask if he'd seen her. "Brother?" His downstairs looked deserted, too. Goddamn it. "Brother? It's Gabe, you here?"

But that was several days ago. He gave his word to Mary, amidst soft kisses and over held hands, that he would be sure to sleep each night, no matter how wrapped up in work he'd get. And that he'd eat, too. He had felt like he finally was living again, and with very little protest, he brought Jaspre to the institution like he'd been planning, asking them to keep her on a low dose of what Americans called 'thorazine', or something similar. And finally, for the first time since his first week as a human, Mephisto's home was his own. He had called Mary to tell her the new of to that effect, and asked if she'd like to come help him find furniture for the still-unfurnished rooms. He'd only just come into the home, and he had no idea what to get for a regular human home. Castles were one thing, but a proper, cozy home? His last real experience with one had been before the advent of electricity.

So, in essence, there's a fallen angel standing in his empty dining room, summoning and unsummoning dining room sets from lord-knows-where, trying to decide which one pissed him off the least.

Hello world, have a recently unemployed Metatron.

Enoch had a momentary identity crisis in Heaven when it happened, but he was better now. Sorta. He was pretty much defunct and useless, so he had some choices to make. He could go back to Earth permanently, and go back to being a rabbi for the rest of eternity, or do something else for the rest of eternity on Earth, or he could stay in Heaven and play figurehead for the rest of the Host, which seemed stupid, because all he did was speak for God. He was the spokesman, not the man in charge, and he never would be. So...

He was on Earth temporarily. He was taking a walk in London, having heard that his old mentor had decided to be human for a while - God only knows HOW he managed that - and so he wanted to go talk to him. What he'd heard was that the old fallen curmudgeon had been keeping a low profile (odd for him, he usually liked making a scene!) and working at a rare books store. So Enoch found himself walking into same said store, smiling at the chime of the bell on the door. But the books immediately grabbed his attention, and instead of looking for Raziel right away, he went to peruse the old, dusty tomes. How fun!

Kokabiel was sitting in a Starbucks in Sydney, reading her copy of Inferno. This place was better than the place she'd been chained like a dog. She wasn't sure why she'd suddenly been allowed to suddenly leave, but she wasn't about to complain. This gave her more chance to plot. So it was all right with her.

She'd waited such a long time for a chance to move. After ages - planning, raging, scheming, and waiting. Biding her time. Fallen had already begged Azrael for death. More would follow.

Mary was seated on a bench in the park, legs akimbo, reading a book while munching on some carrot sticks. The sun was shining, and between people watching and reading, Mary was content. She smiled at a few small children as they walked by. Without really knowing why, they were drawn to her, scrambling over the grass to get hugs. And Mary was only too happy to provide them, beaming at their mother and letting them know how adorable the little ones were.

Once the kids left, Mary resumed reading - a battered copy of Little Women - and she hummed to herself under her breath.