((I'm gonna let you choose the place))
Confidence radiated from her despite her naivety, nonetheless, curiosity drove her onwards. Finally she stood before the gates and spoke, "I Auriel, Light of Hope I come seeking allies to chain the liar Prince Lucifer again. I was born when the sisters Eve and Lilith consecrated Violence. In that moment hope was born. I am that hope. Hell can be defeated those two proved it. I stand here to offer my services and restore the status quo. Will you have me?"
Its structure was indescribable and no one color could be pinned to its solid glory. The only thing that was certain was sitting by the mighty throne sat another whose features seemed almost to divinely crafted to be any of the seraphim or other order of angels. The figure wore a mask that was featureless and simple clothes and in its hands was a simple looking book which it seemed to be reading.
"Auriel." The masked angel spoke up as it flipped through the pages of its book. "Light of Hope. A strange title though I suppose strangers things have come to light." The angel flipped through a few more pages before turning his sightless gaze over towards the newcomer and shutting his book. "I am Raziel, Archangel who chiefly resides over the thrones of Heaven and keeper of the universes secrets." The Archangel smiled and slowly stood and placed himself between the newcomer and the throne of God.
"You have come seeking? So ask and I shall deliver."
With that she conjured a long white cord into her hands, it stretched far and seemed more like a whip than anything else, "This is Al'maiesh it is my weapon of choice, although I can just as well use a blade. I am prepared to fight against Infernal Depths to end Hells clench over the planet and free the citizens from its whispers."
"Hope is indeed something that is required but allow me to provide for you a bit to mentally chew on." Raziel finally placed his outstretched hand upon the others shoulder and used his book to lightly tap her upon the forehead. "I have left this holy place on several occasions. I have lived among the creations of our most Holy Father and listened to their words."
The Archangel of Secrets simply chuckled and pulled away from his sister only to turn his back on her and removed his mask. A face hidden by the mask now revealed a supple looking young man with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. His visage was not shown to Auriel but instead he simply stretched his golden wings of vellum but did not turn to look at his sister. "Humanity needs our guidance to return back to the path of righteousness. However, now might not be the time, one might agree that the rising problem within Hell could cause a bit of a problem. No the true problem would be if there should be any intervention whatsoever."
Finally Raziel turn to look at his sister only to smile and glance down at the written text within his book. "Do you feel that order is truly needed in order for humanity to survive? I might add that every man, woman, and child has survived almost far worse as nightmares and monsters of all kinds roam the earth and feed off both the imagination and their fear." Raziel closed his book and stood before the Light of Hope with both arms open and with book and mask in hand. "Dear sister do you feel like we need to act?"
Still gripping her cord or whip, she nonetheless spoke further, "I do know we have a chance that would never have been imagined, a Hell facing civil war and without a head. It was foretold Lucifer would be invincible if he gained absolute control... Currently he does not have that... Still I won't go in blindly, I need allies and I need knowledge to make sure I do things right..."
"The world is indeed filled with much darkness. Filled to the brim with anger, falsehoods, and zeal of the likes which has not been seen in millennium..." The angel simply held himself in his rightful position and continued to smile. "My dearest sister I'm afraid that it is not our place to act on such accords. Change is a constant which all beings face and even here within the most holy of sanctuaries we even seek out a different way of preserving things."
The Archangel simply guided his companion over to the throne of god just to simple show her that it was empty and without the most holy on high. "His grace has not been present in sometime. I do not question my roll I play or even assume that I know what is best.....yet I do tend to step down and live amongst the mortals only to see how they have progressed."
She did not meant to sound angry, or even full of unending strife, but her creation obviously was meant to serve a purpose surely? A purpose meant she must act, stalling or debating philosophy was not going to help humanity who were already entrapped in the dark promises and lustful whispers of the Prince of Lies.
"Take the fight then against the viper who was cast down." Raziel took on a commanding tone as he placed his mask back upon his face as to hide his features. Behind the featureless face he now bore a frown would remain hidden. "Might I suggest that if you are to fall down upon that long and treacherous path."
Raziel began to walk away from the younger thing only to chuckle to himself. "Call upon me if you need to escape the Hell your about to open up. Lucifer has made many friends and enemies over his escape." The Archangel of secrets simply vanished from the throne room as he once more took up a life bellow upon the earth to truly witness what he already knew.
All changes catalogued among the expanse of many eyes. The celestial record remained unbroken even if none sat upon the throne to read it. One of sixteen faces that tended to the record flew across the field of singing cherubim to deliver knowledge to heaven. Also one whom was the barrier that would take a man the course of 2500 years to surmount. A creator of the bulwark to keep one very particular worm whom in the fullness of time became merely a bystander. No more than many others that struggled against the fate of mankind even if it named both heaven and hell its enemy. The worm was not the one whom the bulwark was ordained to constrain.
It glided through the host of heaven with little interest in what was already well written. The host must be informed that the worm had broken through the bulwark and that the cursed shadow of a cancerous state had come with it.
It was once home for him, or more specifically...it was his home before being cast out. Lucifer still felt that knife deep within his gut like a burning inferno, heightening and intensifying the rage that he felt. Despite ruling over Hell and watching over it for so long, things were...stagnant. For a long while nothing fun had happened in Hell, nothing to entertain him. Though collecting souls used to be fun, he wanted more excitement than just that. He wanted something to do. Something meaningful that'd break the stagnation.
Of course, this was manifesting in a very foolish yet potentially endearing idea. Walking right up to heaven's gates. With a spring in his step leading him there, he tapped his knuckles against the ol' pearly gates that lead to paradisio. Each tap rang out, not like a tap, but as if someone had scraped their nails upon chalkboard. In normal folk (and even some supernatural beings) it sent shivers down the spine just from its intensity alone, serving as a sort of 'ding dong, the devil's here'.
"Knock knock...who's there? Heaven. Heaven who? Heaven's ex is checking in with the winged crew. Gotta make sure daddy's running a nice resort up here unlike the resort down there. Soooo...anyone around to listen to an ol' sinner...?"
The small raven-sized bird settled on Lucifer's shoulder though not a heavy thing even as the odd metal parts inside it trundled away it was an airy creature. The thin voice hidden deep away echoed out a wooden raven's beak between two gold gears for eyes, "What changes have you brought in all the time apart from here, Morningstar? I have neither been here o'erlong. Perhaps heaven cannot change. But, then, from whence comes yourself at all I wonder?"