Both Razielle and Cardellian turned their heads as they heard yelling from the hall then an angel storming down the hallway past their room. "I'd call that well rested." Razielle muttered, leaping out of bed, legs shaky as he stubbled out onto the hall, catching himself each time he fell on the wall. Cardellian followed close behind as they followed the injured angel. Razielle narrowed his eyes as they tried to catch up, not sure if it was his hazyness from the accident or real. "His wings…they're clipped?" Cardellian nodded "he was too unstable to be helped so we were forced to restrain him. Kept muttering something about needing to see The Diety." Razielle stopped and flicked his gaze around, no wonder they had latched onto him when he was going home, he wasn't trying to prevent him from.hetting home, he wanted to follow.
"H-hey!" He called, leaning f heavily on the wall "I-I can take you to the Diety!"
Simon snarled and launched himself at the boy, the boy who messed everything up. They locked their hands around his throat and squeezed. "LOOK! LOOK WHAT THEY DID. BECAUSE OF YOU. I WILL KILL YOU." He shoved him to the ground and planted a foot on his chest. "I'll rip your wings off. I will. This is your fault."
Razielle let out a choked yell, eyes tearing up as his struggled to breath. He clawed at the Angel's arms and hands, trying to get him off. Through the the tears he could see Cardellian trying to pull the angel off but he wasnt enough. When he was released, Razielle took in a heavy breath before his was promptly torn out of him as he was slammed into the ground. He yelled out a he felt the crushing weight against his chest, fairly certain that more than a few bones in his wings had broken. After taking g in a few aching breath, he glared right back up at the Angel. "Do it, then you'll never find the Diety." He rasped, still trying to gasp for breath.
Simon huffed and hauled the boy up by his collar. "Alright then, you sad fuck. Let's go. And if you piss me off once, I'll tear you apart, I swear it." They stepped back from the angel, shaking out their wings. His wrist began to throb, as well as his ankle and his injured wing. This was just fantastic, wasn't it?
"keep making promises you can't keep, you'll regret it soon enough." Razielle muttered, heaving in breath after breath as he was released. He adjusted his shirt and checked on his wings, seeing some parts were already turning blue and black from bruising, no doubt bones were broken now. He stalled a bit, resting his wings a bit to see how far out they'd stretch, both to assure himself of his limits and to piss of the other angel. He glared up at the Angel, before jerking his head, silently telling him to follow as he led him out of the hospital. Cardellian followed silently behind the two of them, making sure Razielle was kept safe and to make sure the other angel didn't try anything.
Simon tucked his wings back in, trying to keep the limp out of his step. He could feel his fingers blackening and his eyes going dark. He put his hands in his pockets, to keep from reaching out and hurting this angel. His ankle was killing him, but he refused to slow down, and instead bit down on his lip and pushed himself to go faster. If he could fly, this wouldn't be a problem, but these. . . He stopped himself. It was done now. Soon, he might be able to do something.
"I'm assuming I'm not allowed to know why you attacked me? Or why you wanted to come here in the first place to see the Diety?" Razielle glanced over his shoulder and nodded slowly "wonderful." He peeked at the Angel's black wings before turning to face forwards. "Unfortunately we'll have to take the long way since both our wings aren't in proper working conditions for now. I hope that's not a problem." He continued bluntly, honestly not caring if it bothered the other angel, he deserved that and more for what he had done to Raz.
"I don't seem to get a say in this, do I?" they growled out, shaking out his ankle in the hopes of reducing the pain. He looked back at the second angel trailing after them, feeling trapped. He ran a hand through his hair and kept walking. The angel in the back could be useful later.
"considering you attacked more than one angel in a short span of 24 hours, no. You don't." Cardellian replied sharply from behind, glaring at the Angel.
Razielle shrugged and sighed softly "you're ultimately getting what you want no? So why complain? I'm sure if you had cooperated before hand and done things civily, you'd have more say." Razielle said over his shoulder.
"Civilly? You have got to be joking. You're the ones that clipped my wings. You're the ones that got me thrown out of heaven." He stumbled and tripped, but caught himself, just barely. They pushed themself back up and winced. "Just- take me to the Deity."
Razielle whirled on him nearly crashing into him. "That had nothing to do with us. We don't control that. If you have any qualms take up with the Diety, otherwise leave the rest of us out of it." He growled, surprising himself as well as Cardellian. He shrunk back and curled his wings around himself, flinching at the strain it put on his injuries. He took in a shuddering breath and started walking again, this time towards a pavilion, surrounded by hundreds of Angels.
"Razielle Thompson, what business have you with the Diety?" A guard asked, glancing over at the other angels following. "He's not allowed here." He growled softly.
Razielle sighed softly "he requested to see The Diety. Besides I need to report that I'm back and what happened."
Simon watched silently, but when the guard told him that he didn't belong here, he scoffed. "What, are you afraid of me?" they said. "I'm not the one who caused the ruckus, I'll have you know." He kept his hands in his pockets, acutely aware of the inky color twisting its way up his arms. "Look, I just need to have a chat with the Deity, alright? No assassination planned, no harm done, etc., etc."
"Frankly, yes. But that doesn't matter." The guard replied. With a sigh and glanced over his shoulder, he waved them past to the secluded area. He grasped the Fallen Angel's arm, carefully not to touch the swirls of black "the onlyreason I'm.letting you in is because of them," he flicked his gaze towards Razielle and Cardellian. "You try anything other than talking, you'll fall faster that the speed of light, got it?" Without waiting for a response, he let the angel go and went back to pacing the entrance
Simon yanked his arm out of the guard's grasp and gave him an irked look. "If you value your sanity, keep your hands off me," he said in a low voice. "I can't very well wait all day, can I? Let's go."
Razielle sighed softly and guided them all to a large gazibo shrouded in wisteria and white roses, hiding anything and anyone inside. Razielle knelt and bowed his head before slowly straightening,inghying is best to prevent his legs from shaking. Raz paused for a moment, making sure no one else was around before speaking. "Uh sir, I just wanted to report back from the year long guardience on Earth. Everything went very well, I believe the kids will do well moving out." He took a deep breath and glanced back at Cardellian and the angel. "As I'm sure you've heard, we have…a guest…he wished to speak with you for reasons unknown save for their own." He took a step back and waved to the angel, motioning him forward
"I am here to ask two things. One shouldn't be too much trouble. Just fixing my wings so I can fly again. The second might be more. . . difficult. I want back into heaven."
No reply came from the hanging flowers.
"Um. . .Your Majesty?"
Nothing.
Simon bit back a rude comment and shuffled his feet. "Take your time," he muttered. "It isn't like I can go anywhere." After five minutes (they counted in their head) he took a step toward the flowers. "Cardellian. I'm going to ask you a question, and I don't want a smart remark. Where is the Deity?"
Razielle slowly took a few steps forwards and lightly rested a hand against the curtain of flowers. He shut his eyes and waited for a moment. Cardellian watched Raz for a moment before silently answering "he sometimes doesn't answer. He may be there, he may hear you even but most of the time, he will not answer."
Razielle's brows creased in confusion "that or he's really not here." He said, parting the curtain of flowers to show the other two that no one was inside
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. I'm never going to fly again. Jesus Christ. I'm going to go on a rampage." He put his head in his hands. "Great. Fantastic. I can't believe it. Do you two have something to do with this?"
"I don't think either of us would make the Diety dissapear just to spite you." Razielle said, taking a step back. "Especially when this effects everyone else. You think the archangels know about this?" He asked Cardielle. He shrugged and glanced around, straightening when another angel approached wings arching high and shining in the light. "Uriel." He said, bowing to the angel. "Do you -" he was cut off with a glance and a nod "we've known for weeks now." He paused and glanced at the fallen angel. "Who are you?" He asked, deep grey eyes boring into the others
"I don't see how it's any of your business, but because I'm benevolent and just an all-around nice person, I'll tell you." He held out his right hand, a slight grin on his face. "Simon Percival Andrews, at your disposal. And I'm not going to paralyze you, you are free to shake my hand."
"considering what you've done so far whilst being back up here, I hope you can understand why I'll freely choose not to do so." He glanced at Simon's wings and nodded slowly but said nothing more to him. He walked over to Razielle and arched an eyebrow in silent question. Can you sense him?
Razielle slowly shook his head and looked away, not wanting to see the dissapointment in the archangel's eyes. With a heavy sigh, Uriel nodded and turned back to Cardellian "find the rest of the Achangels. Tell them the Diety has departed for an unknown time. Until he returns, we, the archangels will take care of matters. I suggest finding Remiel first. Tell her to pass on the message to the rest." He nodded in silent dismissal to Cardellian and then faced the other two. "Now what to do with you."
"This is great. Look, I'm not inclined to beg, but I will ask nicely. Can anyone here fix my wings? Can we do that first? I'd like to be restored to my . . ." He grimaced slightly. "Former glory."
"I apologies for the excessive restraints but from what the other angels have told me from the infermery, it was necessary." Uriel snapped his fingers and unclipped Simon's wings. "There. But I suggest you not try any antics." He narrowed his eyes at the Angel. "You said you wanted to return to heaven, correct?" He laughed softly and shook his head. "The times we've heard souls sent to Hell ask that if us would surprise you."
"For fuck's sake, I didn't DO anything. I was kicked out for a murder I didn't commit, alright? But because it was one of you assholes who did it, and I was just a lowly little baby, I'm the one who got blamed. So don't blame me for your shitty justice system, pal." He tucked their wings against his back.
"I am doing nothing of the sort. But observing your actions just from today," he nodded to Razielle "you seem to have an affinity for violence over compromise. If you so badly want to come back here, why make your situation worse by attacking multiple angels?" Uriel asked calmly. "We all have our own ways of exacting justice Simon. Not all our beliefs are all the same. If you want someone to blame, figure out who committed you to hell before you go blaming everyone else. Once you've done that, I suggest you find someone who can vouch for your innocence." He regarded the angel sternly. "Despite my standing among angels, I'm not the one who can bring you back here no matter how much I'd want to, which right now isn't too much. What I can do is give you an assignment. Regardless where you are Hell or Heaven, you are still an angel and as such, your duty is to assist humans so as many as possible may join us."
