His Mercy
A developing story of why Remiel is the way Remiel is. Who doesn't love an origins fic with danger, romance and giant angel children?
The Metatron, disputably the wisest of his brothers, stood before the Archangel Remiel handing down his task. If a notification had come from Metatron, it was safe to say it was coming from God Himself. This was at times neither a comfort nor a source of concern as most importantly a task from the Father was an offer none could refuse. His task was such; the Lightbringer, now confined to the very depths of Hell, had failed in his task as the maintainer of Hell. With the creation of humanity came the evolution of sin, and those who indulged entirely in sin without remorse had no place in Paradise. Remiel was to take up the role originally intended for Lucifer and take custody of Hell
Now Remiel, the forever young and impulsive Archangel, pondered on this duty. His brothers of the Archangel choir were standing close, clearly eager to watch their younger brother accept this daunting task of the highest responsibility. Uriel of the flame eyed Remiel jealously, disappointed that he wasn’t chosen for this great charge. Raziel, his younger and secretive brother, watched on pensively as Gabriel stood behind him, standing proud and ready to congratulate Remiel on his promotion. Hell. The eternal prison of humanity's souls of unattainable redemption. Did he want this task? It didn’t take him long to make a decision.
Locking his eyes with Metatron, Remiel promptly took a step back and released his dagger from his side. He drove the blade into his being, carving a tight circle around the very centre of his essence; his Grace. The look on Metatron's face was the most ferocious he had ever seen. His brothers started to rush him, but Remiel had his non-weapon wielding hand gripping tightly to the Grace. The instant the last ethereal thread that bound his Grace to Remiel was severed he was rocketing down to Earth backwards.
Through tunnel vision he saw Heaven fly higher and higher up as he soared further and further down to the plane of man. As the wind rushed up he felt his armor and his armor slip away. Like a comet burning up on entry into the atmosphere, he screamed in terror and pain as his wings were seared and his body broke apart to the pressure. Weakness gripped him finally and he let go of his Grace. It trailed away from him in a majestic arc as Remiel fell on eventually landing on Earth.
If such an event had occurred in the modern day, a passer-by may have equated the entire gesture to simply flipping-the-bird.
To be continued...
Brothers featured used with love (presidingangel,seferraziel
fire_ofgod)
The Metatron, disputably the wisest of his brothers, stood before the Archangel Remiel handing down his task. If a notification had come from Metatron, it was safe to say it was coming from God Himself. This was at times neither a comfort nor a source of concern as most importantly a task from the Father was an offer none could refuse. His task was such; the Lightbringer, now confined to the very depths of Hell, had failed in his task as the maintainer of Hell. With the creation of humanity came the evolution of sin, and those who indulged entirely in sin without remorse had no place in Paradise. Remiel was to take up the role originally intended for Lucifer and take custody of Hell
Now Remiel, the forever young and impulsive Archangel, pondered on this duty. His brothers of the Archangel choir were standing close, clearly eager to watch their younger brother accept this daunting task of the highest responsibility. Uriel of the flame eyed Remiel jealously, disappointed that he wasn’t chosen for this great charge. Raziel, his younger and secretive brother, watched on pensively as Gabriel stood behind him, standing proud and ready to congratulate Remiel on his promotion. Hell. The eternal prison of humanity's souls of unattainable redemption. Did he want this task? It didn’t take him long to make a decision.
Locking his eyes with Metatron, Remiel promptly took a step back and released his dagger from his side. He drove the blade into his being, carving a tight circle around the very centre of his essence; his Grace. The look on Metatron's face was the most ferocious he had ever seen. His brothers started to rush him, but Remiel had his non-weapon wielding hand gripping tightly to the Grace. The instant the last ethereal thread that bound his Grace to Remiel was severed he was rocketing down to Earth backwards.
Through tunnel vision he saw Heaven fly higher and higher up as he soared further and further down to the plane of man. As the wind rushed up he felt his armor and his armor slip away. Like a comet burning up on entry into the atmosphere, he screamed in terror and pain as his wings were seared and his body broke apart to the pressure. Weakness gripped him finally and he let go of his Grace. It trailed away from him in a majestic arc as Remiel fell on eventually landing on Earth.
If such an event had occurred in the modern day, a passer-by may have equated the entire gesture to simply flipping-the-bird.
To be continued...
Brothers featured used with love (presidingangel,seferraziel
fire_ofgod)