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Anael - Joy of God

"For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans." - Brian L. Weiss

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a character in “A City of Fallen Angels”, as played by TaniaSoulEater

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{ Misnomer }
Anael

{ Gender }
I do not require a gender, unlike humans, but for your sake we'll say this form is female.

{ Beliefs }
Father told us to love His creations as we loved Him. I am trying, really. But they are so... petty.
Anael cannot understand why the humans live with so much hate amongst themselves, and yet go unaffected by it. Mostly she holds disdain for them, and that's with her higher tolerance level. Believe me, love will never happen, and it's perhaps for the best.
Anael is not as desperate to return to Heaven. She misses her family and her home, but she doesn't know what to do.
I can't just fly up and back into Heaven.





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{ Personality }

Anael is, above all, conscientious and consistent in her work. She is highly attuned to the emotions and senses of the people around her, yet she will not act on those. She tends to place her own needs first, and can come off as aloof or even downright uncaring for others. She values loyalty and tradition, and enjoys working around an order or a fixed method. She tends to act according to a strict moral code, and looks for others to do the same. She often sees things in terms of black and white, right and wrong, and as such prefers to be the leader so that she can keep control of a situation.

Anael has a clear moral code that guides her behavior and her expectations from others. She often has strong opinions about how people should behave and the proper thing to do, and as such enjoys observing how people interact with one another, often finding her observations lacking. She can be very judgmental, and rarely shows emotions, though this is due more to the fact that she does not know how to deal with her own emotions.






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Natalie Dormer

So begins...

Anael - Joy of God's Story

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The angels had fallen for days.
An entire population plummeting to the dirt as a silent rain of light.
They descended: a thousand rending voices howling in terror.
They bore the agony of every single angelic atom tearing itself apart,
changing it's fundamental properties,
and then swallowing itself whole; making darkness out of light.
The destruction of heaven did not end in a roarous battle,
but rather a muted cry as angel wings were torn and cast aside,
pouring out of the sky like shooting stars.

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Earth was cold.

Michael had always imagined that the world would be unbearably warm. To be on such a rock, constantly beset by the light of stars and the wild heat of the sun, to be filled with roiling molecules and energy and heat all your own? Surely it was stifling, surely it was fire like that of Hell. He had since discovered, among other follies of his own, how skewed his conceptions of earth were. For it was winter; constant and interminable, winter seeping through the flesh of his newfound body, winter in his lungs and his nose; always winter. This was worse, so much worse than Hell. The stars, from a view at level with the crust and the dirt, were much farther away than they appeared from Heaven. And the inner heat, the boiling internal burn of his breathing flesh, only made the cold all that much colder. It was, Michael learned, through dissonance that human bodies measured temperature. And the void between blood and ice was wide.

Earth was cold.

The Archangel was older than mortal minds could comprehend; ageless - his existence was not bound to a linear timeline, like the earth and the trees and the sky. His infinity compared to that of an individual mortal life, was immense. It was unbelievably disparate. β€˜Everything’ was an abstract for mankind. Forever was impossible. A grand notion that could not possibly leave impressions behind because its feet were imaginary. But Michael had known every single footprint. The rise of Rome. The occupation of Jerusalem. The floods of the Nile. Venice carved of marble. Constantinople built. The dynasties of China. He saw the plagues. The Crusades. Stalingrad. He had stood at the brink of creation when the angels were once legion and were alone save for the deafening noise of the birth of the universe and the destruction of the void that crashed around them. He was a seraph, a leader for the entire duration of his imeasurably long existance. He was a burning, massive star, and still was to an extent, but now that grace was shoved into a nearly mortal body that barely contained the enormous power he had, he was. He could still feel the crackle of that electricity humming in his veins, beneath alien skin.

He may have looked human, but Michael did not have humanity. He was inertia. Ions in the atmosphere. Crackling white light in the sky and fires on the ground. Would God ask for him to be naught but a man? This was a test, a test of his loyalty, he was sure of it. Surely God would not cast out his faithful son without divine plan? They were told they had failed, not recognized man's worth. They had forgotten the greatness of Adam over an eternity. They needed to be reminded, He said. So they fell. Michael felt he had no lesson to garner from this, he always did as his father told. He was infallible. He must have been cast out to protect his siblings from going astray. That must have been it. He would suffer until they learned the errors of their ways, bare the unbareable and in the mean time, Michael would protect them from the temptaion of sin. He would establish the Silver City on another plane of existance and guard them from the very train of thought that lead to the end of the morning star. He would be a triumphant hero yet again for returning his family home safely, and he would bask in the Lord's pride...or so he believed.

The thing about angels was that God had built them with the design to live forever, and minds to conceive of the passing of time. And to keep them alive, He had to balance the disjunction. Nothing could exist in a single state very long without self-destructing. So God had to make the angels variable, He had to put everything into them so that they could be everything, and persist. He put in the light of Eden, the dark of creation, and the ruthless heart of all the empty spaces in between in this universe. They weren't heartless. They were simply filled to the brim with motion and collision and impunity. And none were so hardened as Michael, he was one of the oldest and unknowingly and unintentionally one of the greatest offenders. Even now, as he sat at the center of this angelic city hidden in the depths of Los Angeles, commanding the fallen, he could not see the error of his own ways. He was no closer to returning to Heaven than his bretheren.

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"So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute?" Noah asked on the other end of the phone line as Emma wove her way through the sidewalk traffic. She very nearly choked on the exasperation directed at her twin whom she would have throttled had he been currently in her presence and not back at home. "NOAH. No. Stop." She heard his full bellied, throaty laugh resound in reply. "So you're saying I should go for it?" Her eyes nervously combed the street clotted by a swarm of cranky Angelites, searching for a familiar mischevious face that she hoped was just around the corner cruely teasing her instead of committing accidental arson. "How about 4,000,000 degrees for one second?!" he pushed, the sound of the oven groaning open followed by the dull thud of the cookie tray. "Noah, you are going to burn the house down!" She derided as he repeated his increasingly annoying laugh. "Brick doesn't burn, I'm going to harness the fucking sun to make these cookies."

"Noah, P L E A S E." She whined, stomping her foot on the ground though she knew he couldn't see the gesture. "Oh, fine Captain kill joy. Calm yourself. I'm just messing around. The cookies will be unburnt and ready for the creepy stepford book club, I solemly swear." Emma rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you insist on joining this nerdy crap when you could be out having a social life like normal people." he finished lamely.

"Ugh, just because it isn't your idea of a good time, doesn't mean it's not one. It is social and I didn't just join a club, I'm it's founder. You might try expanding your knowledge through literature instead of rotting your brain with booze and video games. We aren't meant to be mindless sheep, following the herd. We're individuals, capable of independent thought. We wouldn't be born with the ability to absorb information and learn and grow, if we weren't meant to utilize our brains and think for ourselves. Why don't you try stepping out of the conformist box, and not worry what your friends think. Come to the meeting. You might surprize yourself and have a good time." Emma ignored the dejected sigh on the other end. "Em, please. I'm doing you a favor. Spare me the life lesson. I'll stick to being cool, you can be the smart, well adjusted one."

It was Emma's turn to sigh, she could never change her brother just as he could never change her. They were twins, and thick as thieves, but as different as night and day. In truth, she hadn't invited him because she thought he might have a good time-she knew he wouldn't have. She did because she was worried if he didn't show, she'd be the only one there, left sitting by herself clutching a book and a tin charred of cookies looking to the world like a fool. "Anyways, I'm there now, I'll see you when I get home. Love you. "

She hung up after he drug out his faux, soppy goodbye and entered the Los Angeles Central Library, after all, where better to post flyers for the book club than the library? She was approaching this first meeting with same intensity as an Apocalyptic event…The thing about Em was that she didn’t really have a barometer…To her, everything was important. So she had done the works; supplied books, had her brother making snacks, continuously passed out flyers on that side of town all week, and was continuing to do so now.

ImageIt was pleasantly warm inside, a reprieve from the bitter bite of autum's chill, the wind having nipped at her nose until it was tinged pink. She stood quietly among shelves of decrepit magazines and microfilm, willing herself to drop off the flyers for her meeting tonight at the help desk instead of grabbing the nearest tome and taking a seat. There was a shaft of dirty sunlight, beamed down from a small window above her head, that broke through the dry air. One elongated corner of it, bronze and gold, fell on the toe of one of her brown leather boots. The floor tiles were the color of teeth and the walls smelled like newspaper. These things were all familiar to her senses. This place was comfortable, this place was home, it was her idea of Heaven. It brought a small satisfied smile to her face.

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If there's one thing Anael would have preferred to come off as, it would be dignified. Dignified was not realising at the last moment that something was very wrong with Heaven. Dignified was not crashing thousands of miles downward to crash land in a body of water (angel or not, inhaling water was not a pleasant sensation. Granted, she probably couldn't die if she didn't want to, but that didn't mean she was going to carve her heart out for fun.) Dignified was not sitting up, spluttering, realising that she was among the most baffling of their Father's creations.

She adapted to the Silver City pretty well, learning fast that it was on a different existing plane than the city the humans lived in. She preferred to stay in the Silver City, holed up in her flat, attempting to communicate with their Father or using up paper and canvases. At least the art supplies shop at the corner of the street was making a living off her.

She sat around in her flat for a while, staring out the window at the sky, unresponsive as ever. "Father," she murmured, "why here? What have we done to deserve this? If it is Lucifer's fault - we had no part, I swear. All I need is a sign, please."

There was no reply.

Anael, tired and frustrated, got up and drifted down the stairs, wanting to be somewhere other than the little apartment. Angels had all the space they needed in Heaven, and the flat was getting claustrophobic. It seemed she was gradually gaining humanity.

Standing on the empty street, Anael spotted Zachariah coming towards her. Zachariah was annoying, and she had no desire to speak to him. Quickly, she travelled to the real world, finding herself still on the street, only it was much more crowded. Trying to avoid the crowd, Anael turned to duck into the nearest shop, but instead crashed into a girl passing by.

"Sorry!" Anael gasped, her shoulder banging against the wall. She grabbed the girl's arm in an attempt to stop her from falling. She remained in place for a moment, swaying uncertainly, shoulder stinging painfully. "My apologies," she finally managed. "I was unaware of my surroundings, and I am not used to such crowds of people, I am afraid. Are you alright?" She glanced down at the girl, checking her for injuries. "Truly I am apologetic."

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It was five AM and Kirsten was getting through her last hour on patrol when dispatch radioed to her reports of gun shots on her patrol route. She kicked it into high gear to where the shots were reported. Another officer had already arrived on scene where a fifteen year old boy laid sprawled out on the pavement laying in a pool of his own blood. His brown skin glistened with specks of blood splattered from a bullet wound in his chest. The shot had been delivered at almost point blank range, execution style, his hands bound behind his back with a belt. Underneath torn flesh where he had been shot a local gang symbol was written, leading the officers to come to the obvious conclusion of gang violence.

Officer McLain found this didn’t change her perspective on the death. It was just as senseless. And she knew his eyes would haunt her forever as every victim’s did. They stared vacantly into the heavens, blue and red lights reflecting off their glass-like surface, hopefully headed to wherever his gaze was pointed into the sky. The words that he was headed to a better place didn’t provide the jaded officer any consolation for the countless deaths she’d seen, and she found it didn’t do much good for the victim’s families either. Because the right place would have been back in his mother’s arms, but she knew she could not deliver on that. The best she could do was deliver justice, which she knew would also be unlikely.
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The locals were tight-lipped as to who they suspected had done it and after a few frustrating hours of canvasing the neighborhood with no leads Kirsten was forced by her commanding officer to finally go home and get some rest. But even though she had been up for the past twenty four hours Kirsten knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep, at least not peacefully. Not with the fresh images of a corpse haunting her just behind her eyes. Unlike some of the officers, Kirsten had no children or significant other to go home to and fill her mind with more innocent thoughts. Home was a retched place where her mind stewed over the day.

So instead, after changing out of her uniform at the station she headed out to get some coffee. The sun had risen at this point but there was still a little morning left. She didn’t care if she looked like she had just rolled out of bed with her wrinkled plaid shirt and jeans and her long brown hair crinkled from having it pulled back in a tight bun while she was on duty. At the coffee shop she ordered a tall double Americano and added sugar to it. This would keep her awake at least for a couple more hours so she would not be forced to face her nightmares right away.

Heading out the door in a hurry for no particular reason, she was bumped into by a lady trying to duck into the coffee shop. Her Americano was crushed between them as their bodies collided and the coffee spilled down the front side of her before she dropped the cup in a delayed reaction.

β€œMother of FUCK! What the HELL?!” she burst, hissing in pain as the hot liquid seared the exposed skin on her forearm, β€œWatch where you’re fucking going lady! Jesus Christ!”

"Sorry!" the woman gasped, grabbing her arm to keep Kirsten steady. Kirsten yanked her arm away, squatting down to pick up the spilled coffee cup. The woman continued to apologize profusely to her as she grumpily picked up the mess. "My apologies. I was unaware of my surroundings, and I am not used to such crowds of people, I am afraid. Are you alright?"

β€œWell FYI not being aware of your surroundings is a big fuckin’ mistake around here you know that? That’s a perfect way to get your ass robbed or worse, not paying attention! ” she fumed.

β€œTruly I am apologetic.”

Kirsten took a deep calming breath, trying to cool herself down. She knew she was misplacing her anger on this poor woman. Sure she was miffed about spilling her caffeine fix all over the pavement but her reaction was uncalled for. She finally looked up after a second, still squatting on the ground. The sun hid directly behind the stranger’s head, creating a misty halo around her out of the wisps of her fine gold hair and she was paler than any Los Angeles resident she knew, her skin practically aglow in the morning sun. Kirsten’s breath was caught for a moment, the woman’s big blue eyes disarming her with their gentleness. Now she felt really bad for yelling at the seemingly harmless woman.

β€œI’m… I’m sorry. Jesus. Look, I totally overreacted.” She stood up, β€œIt’s.. just been one of those shitty days, you know?”

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It was too noisy. But he had no intention of going back to the Silver City just yet. He would have to deal with his brothers and sisters and that would just annoy him more. It was as if everyone stared at him constantly, eyes on him all the time. Maybe that was just something he thought, but it still annoyed him. The mere thought of it bothered him. Being an angel on earth was strange. At least, Gabriel thought so. 'I suppose humans would describe it as..Uncomfortable.' To him, it felt as though his skin didn't fit or his true form didn't fit in this shell he'd been confined to. As if what he really was floated around inside this body like molten lava. It helped if he didn't think about it so much and occupied his mind with something else.

The inhuman, violet-colored orbs that were set in his skull were fixed on the pavement below him. Meanwhile, his mind attempted to block out all the noise and all the impressions of every soul around him. Angels could sort of sense each other when they were near, or at least see it instantly. Even in this form. It was harder for Gabriel, though. All the human interference made it hard to focus.
So far, Gabriel had wasted his time among these mortals. He couldn't sit down and imbibe alcohol as these humans did frequently. Hunger didn't encumber him in any way. Sure, he could eat but it had no effect on Gabriel. When you had tasted manna, the bread of heaven, nothing on earth compared. There was one thing he had taken a liking to. A great liking to. "Iced coffee", humans called it. Gabriel drank copious amounts of this savory drink.


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Due to his deep concentration and attempts to block out the noises and the interference around him, he did not notice the accident to his right. Only when one of the two females started swearing and shouting did he stop and look. His eyes travelled first to the ground where the angry one's coffee now was, studying her as she picked up the coffee cup. The other one was apologizing profusely. Even to Gabriel, who had not spent very much time among humans, sensed that her behavior was a little strange. He'd never heard anyone apologize that much or so politely in his time there.
The angel tilted his head and studied the two. The angry woman was the one who was being sorry now. His eyes moved back to the original excuser and they lingered. He wasn't standing very far from them - and was possibly looking quite odd in the middle of the street, staring - and that tingling sensation whenever one of his siblings were near slowly crawled up his spine. I know you... He thought, trying to get a better look at her face.

"If that was iced coffee, I'm terribly sorry." Gabriel stepped forward and looked at the angry woman. Why he started off with that, he didn't know. Conversations with humans were so different than conversations with other angels. "I beg you excuse the both of us, we are not locals."

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Image"If that was iced coffee, I'm terribly sorry. I beg you excuse the both of us, we are not locals." A tall equally attractive blond man to the woman walked up and joined the conversation as Kirsten was wiping herself off with some napkins off an outdoor table. Fuuuck. It must have been the woman's boyfriend, great. Kirsten had a knack for pissing off everyone and their mother with her vulgar mouth. The man had a much more serious demeanor than his girlfriend with an intense gaze that bore into her eyes through to the back of her skull. She couldn't decide what color the man's eyes were, but they appeared unnaturally fluorescent as if he were wearing contacts. As a police officer she didn't get chills that often, was never intimidated, but she unconsciously found herself taking a step back. Either this man was being completely sarcastic in his apology or the couple was Canadian.

"It definitely wasn't iced coffee." she retorted unable to keep the snark out of her voice as she looked at her now splotchy red wrist, "But it's okay! I didn't mean to yell at your girlfriend here, I was just telling her it's been one Hell of a shitty day for me."

Their quiet stares were disconcerting, looking at her expectantly. She crumpled the dirty napkins in her hand, putting them in her cup and setting them on the table to be picked up by someone else."Oh well, this coffee shop is shit anyway. If you're not from around here I suggest you walk down four blocks and turn left and go to a little place called The Beanery. Best fuckin' cup of joe in LA. I just came here because it's closest to my work." No immediate answer. "Do you.. want me to take you guys there?" Why she was being so nice to these more than strange strangers was beyond her, maybe to relieve some of her guilt for being such a bitch, but most likely it was a subconscious ploy to keep herself outside a little longer so she didn't have to go back to her empty apartment.

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Anael blinked, the woman's profanities washing over her like the water she'd fallen into. Perhaps she'd deserved it, she thought - her beverage was burning. The girl pulled away, leaving Anael standing awkwardly, trying to ignore the stares of people passing by. People had such an effect on her.

She turned her gaze away when the girl glanced up at her, unaware of how her position made her look. Surely if she could have had such a violent reaction, she was unhurt, Anael reasoned. "I'm… I'm sorry. Jesus. Look, I totally overreacted. It's.. just been one of those shitty days, you know?" Anael forced herself to bite back the words that leapt to mind at the mention of her half brother. "I understand," she replied carefully. "I hope you are not hurt."

A bolt of lightning leaped up her spine, and Anael jerked on the spot, the unfamiliar feeling striking her hard. What was that? Before she could investigate further, though, a new arrival absorbed her attention.

"If that was iced coffee, I'm terribly sorry. I beg you excuse the both of us, we are not locals." Anael felt rather than saw the man join her. The crowd passing by forced them closer, and as her arm brushed his she felt that same lightning. She turned to crane her head up to look at him. Familiar, but then again, not quite. Who...?

Anael considered the woman's offer for a moment. She was not disturbed by the man - as a matter of fact, he was almost calming. "I think I would like that," she finally accepted. "Perhaps I can buy you another cup of - coffee? As an apology? And we can have a look at that burn..." If it was coffee, Anael didn't know, but coffee was something these people seemed to enjoy, and as long as she was down here it would work to try and fit in.

Shifting, she took in the man beside her, eyes lingering on his face. Those eyes were so familiar.

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There was a pause before she said anything. Apparently his appearance had made her loose her tongue. That hadn't been his intention. Interacting with humans was difficult. How they would react if they could see his true form was something he didn't even want to think about. It would be impossible for them to comprehend.
Millenia ago, when Gabriel conveyed his Father's messages to those it concerned, he'd appeared to them as "The Man In White.", a form that didn't reveal the radiance he and his siblings were born with. Still, their awe was apparent. When he'd delivered the message to Mary telling her how she would give birth to his half brother, she had nearly fainted. These thoughts reminded Gabriel of how old he was. To humans at least. For an angel it was not the same. Their perception of time was much different.
By the time his train of thought had ended, he found himself staring at the cursing woman who opened her mouth and spoke before he could.


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Girlfriend? His human form took on a confused expression and he looked to his left at Anael for a moment, but didn't answer the woman. Judging by his first impression of this woman, he decided that it was better to wait and make sure that she wasn't going to speak again. That proved wise. She didn't talk like the few other human's he'd recently encountered did. She swore much, much more and Gabriel found it strangely amusing. A second before he opened his mouth to reply to the woman's questions, his arm brushed the original excuser (who he assumed wasn't entirely human, for she was familiar to him), and he withdrew his hand as if he'd burned his skin.

"I'm afraid we do not have the...Time." That was a lie. They had plenty of time. Gabriel tried to look apologetic and sighed. "We can do it another time if you'd like?" That was polite, right? He turned his head to his left and let his eyes linger on the woman who was staring back at him already.

"You and I must talk." Gabriel stated simply and tilted his head. A crooked smirk started to tug at the corner of his mouth. Has he taken my memories as well? Something twisted and swirled within him. A flash of anger that briefly made his violet eyes flare, causing them to glow more intensely and vibrantly for a second or two. Gabriel could not remember who she was, this angel in front of him. It must have been a long time since they had seen each other, but now he was certain that she was indeed and angel. It also saddened him. They could sense each other and he used to be able to recognize his brothers and sisters, even when they took on other forms.
Gabriel seized the other angel by the wrist and felt that jolt shoot up his spine once more. He took a few steps along the street, away from the vulgar caffeine-addict. "Who are you?"

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Image Raphael took in his appearance once again. He ran his fingers across his skin, hair, and lips while staring into the mirror that adorned the wall of his bathroom. A feeling of slight familiarity filled him as he looked into his bright blue eyes. The almost ethereal glow in them was a slight reminder of what he was. He’d had the same eyes before, from the first time he’d been human, but things were different then. Mankind wasn’t like it was now. Sighing, he rinsed his face. Remember, why you were sent here again Raphael. Mankind deserves the same love that you have for the father. He constantly reminded himself of this, but it was easier said than done.

Going about his normal early morning ritual, Raphael washed himself and reluctantly got dressed. Having a human form was already a bit strange, but having to put clothes on it as well was the equivalent of putting on a rubber suit then pulling on leather over it. Nonetheless, it was necessary to humans, so he obliged. Now that he was dressed, Raphael headed to the world meant for mankind.

When he arrived, the streets were busy with morning traffic and people rushing to wherever they felt they needed to be. This, of all things, intrigued him. People would rush even when they had nothing to do, and it was ridiculous. He turned behind him, spotting a small shop with a vending machine outside of it. He inserted a small amount of money and got back a very cold bottle of water. He found that holding a beverage helped him to look more normal, considering his movements were still a bit stiff.

Raphael sat on a bench, water in hand, and observed his surroundings. In a taxi, a man hung out the window and yelled obscenities at another man who was also hanging out his window. Slightly wincing at the foul language, Raphael sat back and looked toward the sky, and suddenly he felt very homesick.

He turned to his right as he heard a very loud, very long stream of cursing to see a woman, covered in coffee and another one apologizing profusely. The first woman shouted at the second while she was squatting on the ground.

β€œI’m… I’m sorry. Jesus. Look, I totally overreacted.” She stood up, β€œIt’s.. just been one of those shitty days, you know?”

Well at least that one apologized for the profanity she used. As he caught a glimpse of her face, Raphael recognized the second woman. Oh Anael… He knew it was Anael the moment he saw her face. Her eyes gave it away; that gentel glow could be no one but Anael. Smiling slightly to himself, Raphael continued to observe the scene as another person approached. He spoke in a strange way as well, not completely blending into the conversation like a normal human would. Figuring it was another angel looked on even more curious.

"Perhaps I can buy you another cup of - coffee? As an apology? And we can have a look at that burn..."

Raphael sat up a slight bit as an instinct triggered within him. A burn? Squinting his eyes at the woman, he tensed. As an angel of healing, he automatically wanted to help her.

”I’m afraid we do not have the…Time.”

Raphael barely heard the male angel speak to the woman as he was craning his neck to observe the woman’s injury. As the angels stepped away, Raphael got a full look at the woman’s burn. Her wrist was turning red from the scalding liquid. Gripping his bottle of water, he stood up and stiffly walked over to the woman, now being able to see the reddened skin on the woman’s wrist. He walked directly to her and gently pressed the cold bottle to her wrist while holding her hand palm up with the other.

β€œCold objects work well to help minor burns. Here."

As he did so he glanced over his shoulder and saw Anael and the man. Once again, the eyes gave away the angel’s identity. As Raphael realized he was looking at Gabriel, he also realized how strange his actions had been. Raphael put the woman’s other hand onto the bottle and stepped back, embarrassed and smiling slightly to possibly help the situation. Humans feel more at ease with smiling…right? Or does it just make it worse?

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"I'm afraid we do not have the... time." Anael hid her surprise - who was he to tell her what to do? Still, she smiled, playing along. "Another day, then, I'm afraid, if we have the fortune to meet again," she spoke smoothly, reaching out for Kirsten's shoulder, this time squeezing it comfortingly, mentally projecting warm and calm feelings to the woman, all earlier quarrel forgotten.

She turned and met the man's gaze steadily, unintimidated. She was Anael, angel of God, and no man, mortal or otherwise, would push her around without good reason. "You and I must talk." She turned to flash another apologetic smile at Kirsten, then was propelled away from her by the man, wrist all but sparking with lightning from where he was holding her.

"Who are you?" Anael shook him off angrily, pulling her wrist free. "Perhaps I should be asking you that," she hissed. "Have you no respect? Petty and insignificant that exchange may have seemed, but surely you would allow me a little dignity and will of my own?" He was much taller than she was, but she turned her whole body to him, pulling herself up as tall as she could muster, shoulders straight and pushed back, eyes fixed on his. Still no recognition, no sign as to who he was, but she plowed on anyway.

"Maybe I am no longer as powerful as I once was in Heaven, but I believe I deserve your respect, a basic human decency as these people have found," she continued frostily. "But if you must know, I am Anael. Pray tell your identity."

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She must be confused by now. Very confused. Gabriel thought to himself, smiling slightly at the idea. He could understand why. After so many years of conveying messages from God to humans, he had gotten an impression of how difficult it sometimes was for humans and angels to interact and make each other understood. The other angel followed and played along without making a fuzz. Gabriel didn't expect that she would. He hadn't really talked to any of his siblings since the Fall and he was almost certain that he knew who this angel before him was, but wanted to draw the name from her lips. The energy released between them was not something he was a stranger too, but this form he was trapped in was. It felt strange; more powerful than it did in Heaven. It was as if his hand was being electrocuted and on fire at the same time. The sensation made it all the way to his heart. And then it was gone.

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She had let go. Or rather, she had tore her wrist free of his grasp. Gabriel he merely wanted to pull her away so he could talk to her and find out who she was, but apparently his sister didn't share that idea.
"Have you no respect? Petty and insignificant that exchange may have seemed, but surely you would allow me a little dignity and will of my own?" She said to his surprise. Gabriel had meant no harm and no offense in what he was doing. It was difficult for him not to smirk the way he always did because he found it slightly amusing. Why, he didn't know. She turned towards him and puffed herself up even though he was much taller than she was. That might not make a difference though since the might of an angel wasn't determined by gender.

The form before him continued and confirmed that she was of Heaven. Gabriel's smile widened at that. Then she told him her name. Anael. Of course! Anael! A hand was brought up and rested calmly and easily on her shoulder, his thumb touching her cheek.
"Sweet sister..." Gabriel said and looked her in the eyes with his violet ones. "You have my greatest respect."
The joy he felt of having found, well... The Joy of God was immense. His memories of Anael had always been associated with positive things. Gabriel did love his siblings, but he was very fond of Anael. "Trapped in this form I could not recognize you, though I knew you were my sister." And that thought obviously saddened him as it was evident on his face. "It is me...Gabriel."

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Anael was very much surprised when, instead of responding in kind, the man - no, angel - placed a hand on her shoulder, thumb resting on her cheek. "Sweet sister... You have my greatest respect."

She blinked once, slightly flustered. "You are..." she started quietly, gaze locked on his. "It is me... Gabriel," he finished for her. A wave of understanding rushed over her, and she reached up, gripping his shoulders tight.

"Gabriel! I never would have guessed - forgive me, my senses are not what they used to be... Gabriel, how I have missed you!" Anael beamed brightly, having no words to express how glad she was. Gabriel, though of higher rank than she was, always made time for her. Throwing all control to the wind, she stepped forward and pulled him into a hug, cheek pressed against his chest. "I'm so glad you found me," she mumbled. "How have you been?"

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She seemed surprised that he didn't retort and answer her in the same tone. Gabriel could understand why she was confused, but he had expected that she would have recognized him by now. After all, they were siblings. And they had met many times before in their long, long lives. It seemed to don on her that he was an angel as well, and now she seemed to try and figure out which of her brothers he was.

As soon as he had spoken his name, two small and petite - though strong and firm hands grabbed his shoulders. His eyes were still locked on hers as he could easily see how she now recognized him. Gabriel had forgiven her before she apologized. It was not easy for the angels to spot their siblings now that they had been condemned to another form, and another world.


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Anael pulled him into a hug and it made him smile. Though they were not home and though they were not truly themselves, she was still how he remembered her. That was a good thing.
"You are forgiven, sister." Gabriel told her when they finally broke the hug. He smiled and looked at her. "I didn't know if it really was you back there either, I could sort of... Feel it." And that was true. He didn't know why it had been so strong though, and even now he could feel that same electrifying feeling running through his veins after their hug. Was this how humans felt when they were touched by an angel?

"Oh, I am glad I found you too, Anael." He admitted, still smiling. He really was. Gabriel had purposely not gone back to the Silver City because he'd rather not run into his brothers and sisters. That plan had backfired, but now here he was with Anael and it wasn't so bad at all. He hadn't seen her in such a long time either, so long in fact that he could scarce remember the last time they spoke.
"I have been better, I must say." He frowned for a minute and looked down at the ground. He didn't have to explain why, she knew already. Anael probably felt the same. "What about you?" He asked, violet eyes returning to meet hers, his left hand still resting on her shoulder.

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Anael finally pulled back from the embrace, knowing that people were staring and it would not do to draw too much attention to themselves. "Yes, I believe it is a natural reaction between us," she replied, feeling her palms sizzle from their contact alone. Her cheek was still tingling where she'd pressed it near where his heart was, nerve endings more sensitive to her siblings than they'd ever been.

"I have been better, I must say. What about you?" She turned her gaze away uncomfortably. "You know full well the answer, brother. I have not been coping well with this change of location." Mind turning back to Gabriel's first words to her since she'd taken this wretched form, she tried for a smile and a lighter tone. "You like coffee, do you not? We can talk over it. Come on." With that, she turned away and started down the street, looking out for a coffeeshop.

"You have not been to the Silver City, Gabriel," she tossed over her shoulder. "You should come along with me later. It is much more peaceful, and we are not at all obliged to deal with humans, although Zachariah comes along every once in a while and I am forced to speak to him and endure him. It would help very much if you were present to distract me."

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The sensation that went through her also went through him. It was just something they would have to get used to. Gabriel had experienced it before when in physical contact with humans or other angels, but never like this. Their bodies were not meant to contain what they really were.
Anael had pulled away from the hug, to his relief. Not because he had anything against her, quite the contrary, but because she was right. It wouldn't do to draw too much attention to themselves. The joy he felt of having found Anael was much greater than he had expected, but he didn't have time to linger on that thought for long.

Her expression changed and for an instant it was as if the joy had gone out of her. It took Gabriel by surprise though he did know the answer. She was right. Had any of them, though? If there was an angel content with being confined to this form all because their father wanted to teach them a lesson, that angel surely had not crossed his path. When he looked back upon her face, her expression had changed again, but now a smile graced her features. Gabriel smiled crookedly and he nodded. She did not leave him much of a choice, though, but he followed gladly. "The only positive thing I have experienced so far, down here." He said with a frown that quickly turned to another smirk. "Coffee and finally seeing you again, dear sister."

Somewhere deep in his mind he wondered if she knew what it felt like to be cast down and to be alone as he had? Had Anael found one of their brothers or sisters shortly after their fall? Had she wandered restlessly as well, without hope and in despair?
"You have not been to the Silver City, Gabriel." Anael's voice pulled him away from those thoughts that had dampened his spirit. Now was the time to feel joy. It would be impossible not to, with her near him. "You should come along with me later. It is much more peaceful, and we are not at all obliged to deal with humans, although Zachariah comes along every once in a while and I am forced to speak to him and endure him. It would help very much if you were present to distract me." Gabriel thought about it as he followed by her side and looked out for a place they could go for coffee. The mention of their brother's name brought a frown to his face, but he shrugged. "Perhaps you're right." The angel finally let out. "And if there is peace there, for us, I would gladly go. As for Zachariah..." He sighed, remembering him. "Our combined patience should endure, don't you think?" He gave her a reassuring smile, took her hand and squeezed it before letting go.
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β€œI thought I heard my name.” A deep baritone voice interrupted their conversation.

Zachariah appeared behind the shoulder of his brother Gabriel. β€œGabriel, long time no see. You’ve been elusive as of late.” Zachariah stated, walking to the front of the pair his fingers pointed in a steeple thoughtfully. β€œI should have thought to look for you in more of these coffee establishments.. Many humans have addictive personalities such as your own vessel, brother.” They knew at this point he had been eavesdropping on their conversation long enough to know of Gabriel’s fondness of coffee.

To imply that Gabriel had any human weakness such as addiction was a rather deprecating thing to point out, but it was hard to tell if Zachariah actually meant his comment meanly or if he was simply disappointed in his inability to find Gabriel sooner by deduction. He often said things he observed aloud even to the detriment of his relationships, so impartial and curt he was almost self-defeating. β€œShall we grab a cup of coffee together for a little archangel reunion?” He dropped his hands down to his side, spinning around in expectation they would follow him which they did so reluctantly.

They found the coffee shop two blocks down which the cop had mentioned to them earlier. It was a happening place with local art hanging on the walls, university students surfing the net on free wifi, and hipsters in thick-rimmed glasses serving up certified organically grown cups of coffee to their environmentally conscious clientele. Zachariah ordered black tea rather than coffee and a β€œbiscuit”. When the barista gave him a strange look he pointed to the pastry behind the glass display he was looking at and pronounced very slowly and clearly for her, β€œthe COO-kee”. He glanced sideways at his siblings, rolling his eyes to share his frustration of having to deal with such simple minded creatures. Once his siblings had ordered their own drinks with a subtle wave of his hand they by-passed the register without payment and took a seat at a table.

β€œI must say, I do like having taste buds it’s one of the few things I have enjoyed since the fall, but hunger is so inconvenient to have to deal with. I feel there are more important things to do than eat but this bloody vessel..” he sighed, dunking the tea bag in his cup. β€œI can only imagine how our younger siblings are faring having to deal with all these lesser base instincts.”

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Anael was pleasantly surprised when Gabriel reached out and squeezed her hand. She turned back briefly, her lips tugging upwards into a faint smile. "Yes, I think so," she replied.

She was interrupted by a rather unexpected appearance. "I thought I heard my name." Anael stopped abruptly, nearly walking into a lamppost. "Zachariah!" Of course, being her brother, he was not unwelcome, so to speak, but his sudden (and uninvited) appearance, added to the fact that he'd been eavesdropping for a while, was rather enough to ruffle her feathers - metaphorically.

"Shall we grab a cup of coffee together for a little archangel reunion?" Anael's gaze shot heavenward, but she nodded, albeit a little reluctantly, and began trailing after Zachariah. "You want to watch what you say, brother. People are extraordinarily perceptive sometimes," she warned, glancing around to see if anyone had registered the words archangel reunion. Apparently none had, as they went on their way with no further interruption.

The coffee shop was... unexpected. The doors, automated instead of the usual metal-handled ones many other establishments preferred, slid open smoothly, a wave of cool air rushing out to ruffle Anael's hair. The air conditioning was followed instantly by music, which was not soft by any means but did not drown out the chatter emanating from the coffee shop's patrons. Many of them were hunched over their various devices, phone and tablets and laptops, and for a moment Anael wondered the point of it all.

Still, there was a general sense of easygoing friendliness, and Anael found herself returning the smile of the person behind the counter. Upon hearing the disdain in Zachariah's voice grow even more pronounced, she turned and raised her eyebrows at Gabriel, a look that meant You see what I have to deal with?

It took Anael a while to squint at the many types of drinks listed above their heads. She finally settled on a mocha breve, which, while still a little unknown, sounded nice and tasted good, as she found. "Thank you," she said smoothly, sailing past the cashier on Zachariah's heels to a table.

"I think we are supposed to find some enjoyment in eating," she observed, taking a sip of her coffee. "What could you possibly have to do that is so important?"

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The smile she sent him was pleasant and Gabriel returned it. A moment later it was replaced though, by a frown and an easily sensed unease and annoyance. He sighed and hoped that his sister would not react negatively. He knew her quite well and didn't expect her to, but he also knew that Zachariah wasn't her favourite brother, so to speak, and the way he had approached them didn't make it easier for her.
"Brother." He said by way of greeting. He studied him with a raised eyebrow, staying silent until Zachariah opened his mouth again. Maybe I should have said something first, after all. And he regretted that he hadn't. What came out of his brother's mouth was more of an insult than anything else. At least to Gabriel. He was unsure whether he meant what he said as an insult or something else, but Gabriel's pride was easily wounded.

Before he could retaliate, they were on their way again. "Agreed." Gabriel said, following Anael's words. She was right. It wouldn't do to draw too much attention to themselves. Even his brother's way of turning around and walking off, expecting them to follow annoyed him. Zachariah was a very special personality to figure out and handle, and Gabriel did not have an abundance of patience.

The coffee shop was... Nice. There were people there, but they weren't noisy. Earth was always noisy, he had found. The streets, shopping malls, everywhere. Noise. More than he could bear sometimes, but in here it was easier to relax. Gabriel followed his siblings quietly, instead studying the people that occupied the coffee shop with deep interest. As an angel he did not understand their obsession with computers and tablets and cellphones. But there were many things regarding humans that he did not understand and possibly never would.
The look his sister shot him made him smile for a brief moment, a smile that was meant to have the same effect on her. If he could, he'd try to make this easier and less frustrating for her. And she's the patient one. He shrugged to himself and proceeded to order his drink.

"Learn to live with it." Gabriel said, offensively to his brother. He took a sip of his iced coffee and tilted his head to the right. "This is what we have been confined to, and we mustn't disobey Father." He didn't feel like he had been planted among lesser creatures. Gabriel doubted the meaning of why they were here, what the lesson was and the idea behind it, but these humans were also Father's creations.

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"I think we are supposed to find some enjoyment in eating,” Anael said wisely, ever the optimist, and then in a more curious tone asked. "What could you possibly have to do that is so important?" "Trying to find a way to get us and our siblings back home. Other than that nothing of grave importance." Zachariah shrugged. He was not about to tell her about his little book club meeting this evening. He didn't need them to think him even more of an oddball than he already was or that God forbid he was growing soft. His brother then spoke up after Anael. "Learn to live with it." Gabriel suggested with a less than subtle hint of annoyance. He took a sip of his iced coffee and tilted his head to the right. "This is what we have been confined to, and we mustn't disobey Father."

This statement seemed to spur an unexpected stab of emotion and his blue eyes lit up. β€œWhat orders are you obeying? How do you know what Father wants?” he asked pointedly to his sibling. β€œWe all used to think that we knew what He wanted and now look where we are.” He realized then his words were on the edge of mutinous and he quickly settled down, his blue eyes reverting back to normal. In a more reasonable tone of voice he said, β€œI am not suggesting that what our Father has done to us is unjustified or that He had no reason. The problem is I don’t believe we are asking the right questions. In fact, we are not asking questions at all.”

It was what always set him apart from his siblings: questions. He wanted to know the why behind everything. Well, Lucifer had too and as much as he hated to admit it now they had been close. Ever since his brother had been cast out of Heaven curiosity and questioning of God’s will became dangerous. Zachariah turned even more in on himself and was careful with what thoughts he shared with his siblings. He was even hesitant in what little he was sharing now. β€œAnyways, I won’t be able to find a way off this rock by myself. The place is simply too big and filled with too many empty gourds. I need..” He was about to say the word help, but it sounded far too vulnerable in his mind and he quickly changed it to β€œAssistance. Will you two assist me?"

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Anael watched Zachariah's eyes light up with hidden fury, and reached out, one hand on Gabriel's arm and one on Zachariah's, ready to break up a fight if the situation required so of her. She let Zachariah talk - it seemed to help, and it was disturbing no one.

"Look," she began hesitantly, "our Father is a complex being. Who can rightly say what exactly He wants, when He wants it? See all the times we have trusted Him when He told us to do something, look at Abraham, Joseph, Elijah. The Lord's motives are hidden, but they have reason, and I truly hope we will learn them soon. But until then, we should trust in Him, as He does not see that our questions - your questions, Zachariah, are important now. You will find answers in due time."

Anael knew Zachariah's analytical mind, and she knew it was possible nothing in this world would ever satisfy him to the fullest, which was a terrible thing to admit but true nonetheless. She'd always tried to be patient with him, and though they didn't get along all the time they were still siblings, and she hoped there would be no conflict between them.

"Zachariah, I promise you we will return to whence we came from, and should you need help finding the way you can rely on us. I presume that is the assistance you require?"

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Michael sneered satisfactorily as Hael finally cowed. Perhaps she didn't not agree with his totalitarian rule, but she knew when she was outmatched, and that passion dosed temper of hers was snuffed out in the shadow of the archangel's unflinching fury. He allowed his gaze to trail away from her angelic face to the now emptied store around them. He'd leave her to her little paints and playthings, to indulge in being a human. He had matters more worth his time. Michael deserted her with a foreboading, "I'll be keeping my eye on you." and left the art supply shop in relatively one piece, save a few pastel displays and rattled windows now in lose frames.

Outside, still seething from the argument last had, he marched straight back to the Silver City to call his most trusted few to his side. It was a time for action, not for this idle nonsense that softer angels preached. He mainlined to the glass tower that acted as his temporary 'home' and office, and sounded what was known as The Horn Of Gabriel--named such by it's creator, Michael's battle born second in command. It was not a literal horn, but a sigil drawn in the blood of an archangel. He sliced his palm and drew it on the board room wall, activating it's Holy call before settling in at the head of a long oaken table that bore scours of enochian runes on it, some for peace and strength, and others meant for secrecy. The sound of the horn would reach all the top tier angels such as Gabriel, Anael, and Zachariah; and they would all know what it heralded and where they were needed. This was not the first time they would have met there in Michael's home, that was the purpose of this room altogether, a place for them to assemble, however it would be the first time under circumstances such as these. The other angels could not predict just what Michael had in mind...not this time, for he was teetering on the brink of utter outrage, his implaccable nature inflamed by Hael's disobedience. He meant to strike up a war.

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Zachariah was smart. Very smart. For a moment, Gabriel feared that holy war and all his problems and dealings with humans and other creatures of his father's creation, had slowed his mind. Perhaps not. Perhaps his brother was just more intelligent than him. Gabriel was more quick to anger. He looked more like Michael in that regard. Not too much, I hope. The thought scent a chill down his spine.
Fortunately, his dear sister was there to calm them both. Though his brother's analytic nature annoyed him at the moment, he was surprised by the last request he put forth.

Zachariah asked for their help. Gabriel had not expected that. He was under the impression that his brother meant to win Father's grace and return to his side on his own. He let Anael talk for them though. When they were done, his eyes met Zachariah's and he nodded. Gabriel would help him if he could and the cause was worthy, as well as the means. How they were going to get back into Heaven, he did not know. He was confused, troubled, frustrated and restless all at the same time. Why this had been done to them, he honestly couldn't understand. "We will help you, brother." Gabriel finally said and leaned back in his seat. "Though know thi-"

The sensation from when he had touched Anael earlier, the jolt of electricity that went up his spine when their skin touched suddenly struck him, though much harder. Gabriel knew that feeling all to well. He had made so many angels feel that exact same thing for thousands of years. "He's calling us." He said, his eyes suddenly glowing violet again. They had no choice but to obey and answer the Horn of Gabriel. It was used to convene them as well as sound the Judgment Day - though not one single human seemed to be noticing anything at all, so it had in this case not been used for the latter.

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Zachariah didn’t even so much as twitch at the sound of the horn. He impudently ignored it as if he were the rest of the human population unable to hear it, sipping his tea while Anael and Gabriel stopped in high alert like meerkats scoping for the direction of the sound. β€œHe’s calling us.” Gabriel said. It was only then Zachariah set down his tea on the table and gave a martyred roll of the eyes. β€œWell, than I guess we should all be going,” Zachariah stated standing and brushing his coat off. He didn’t like being at the beck and call of his brother Michael, he seemed to blow the horn on a whim just to remind himself he could have them running to him like obedient dogs with a whistle. To be fair, this was his first time on Earth using it, but it didn’t make Zachariah any more interested in going, especially when he had something more entertaining to attend.

He walked behind his siblings out the door of the cafe but swiftly turned the opposite direction down the street as soon as they were outside. β€œI shall catch up to you both when I am done with business.” He told them, not bothering with an explanation. He left them and walked to the address on the flyer still in his pocket, the book tucked safely within the confines of his jacket. The location was a bit more out of the way than expected, down a one way drive lined with trees and white picket fences. It stood in stark contrast to the rest of LA’s concrete jungle, quiet with the packed streets only a distant buzz in the background. The street was called Wayward which Zachariah ironically wondered if that was the direction he was going. Waywardly.

He approached the respectable looking brownstone home at the end of the drive and knocked on the door. He waited a beat or two for an answer, the thought of lamb’s blood smeared over door frames in Egypt warding death away crossed his mind while he stood there. What an odd memory to recollect. When the door was not answered right away he knocked again this time with rapid impatience.

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The call struck Anael hard. The Horn of Gabriel exerted a great pull over her, and had she been able to retain her wings Anael would have gone over as fast as she could.

"He's calling us." "Yes, yes he is," she breathed. "Let's go, come on." She stood abruptly, pushing her chair back with a screech. She and Gabriel followed Zachariah outside, but then he turned away. "I shall catch up to you both when I am done with business." Anael watched him go, slightly puzzled at how Zachariah could ignore the call of the Horn of Gabriel as though it were nothing. "Hurry along!" she called after his back.

She turned in a few circles, as though Michael could be standing right there. "Where do we go?" she asked Gabriel. "Where is it calling you?" She closed her eyes and shut out the bustle of the people around her, and thought back to the sound of the Horn. No, she could not find it.

"I can't find it." Anael frowned. "Mortality is annoying. Gabriel, what do you think?"