Swear to the stars, I'll burn this whole city down.

[unjustvengeance]

For a moment Raguel just stood on the sidewalk, taking in the sight of the smoldering rubble and the pungent, sickly-sweet smell of charred flesh and bone mixing with sulfur. Then, with a shake of his head and an exasperated sigh, he stepped into the ashes to examine the debris. Most of it was just the remnants of the walls, but here and there a

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[stillasoldier]

Lux wasn't the only neutral ground on Earth or even in Los Angeles. It was just the first one to be hit. Potentially a heads up for his brother. It was the strongest guarded, too. There was an overall plan to this whether or not the Fallen had admittedly found it a little satisfying.

As Raguel had deducted, no natural fire could have conveniently spread during a seemingly peak time of demonic presence and tearing them all down. Killing them. Killing the demons, and only the demons. That did indeed take a lot of power, but to the public eye it was just yet another fire in Los Angeles

[unjustvengeance]

It took him a few moments to find Michael. Not that the angel's energy was difficult to sense; it was there, hovering over the city like a miasma of rage and sadness, but it's so massive that pinpointing the incarnate body in it took time. Again Raguel hesitated before approaching him, muscles tensing as he ascended to the roof of the high-rise and stared at his brother's back. He'd never been fond of confrontations like this, built into his nature or not.

"What was that stunt for?" he asked, voice steady and neutral as it always was when he questioned someone. "That was childish, Michael. That was beneath you."

[stillasoldier]

Ironic that it would be Raguel to first seek him, wasn't it? Almost. Vengeance seeker. Was it destined that those of His anger, His vengeance, His rebellion, Pride, His "sins", would all be pushed away from Him at one point or another? He wondered, an innocent curiosity more than anything, in idle as he waited. Waited for those feet to touch ground. Moments later they did.

"Creating my field," he said. Others were slacking, and that was a fact. Many strayed, hesitated. He wasn't the only one that Fell. Hilariously he was still one that remained set on his path for this war. Another angel would deal with the souls he took from the fire. He was focused on the enemy, and yes.. there was a taint of self-hate in that move.

"Leaving the letter was childish," he admitted. Likewise to Raguel, Michael's tone remained controlled and certain as it always was. He slowly looked over a shoulder before rising to his feet. "Destroying that building was not."

[unjustvengeance]

It was hardly ironic in Raguel's eyes. Fitting, maybe, but unsettling. He did not want to be the one to confront Michael, didn't want to be the one who might have to tell the general of Heaven's army that his sins weren't just enough to damn him, but perhaps to destroy him entirely.

"You're ready for war, in your current state?" Raguel asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I realize the hypocrisy in asking this, but are you sure that's wise? Repeating the sin you were left behind for won't lessen the punishment.

"And why did you choose Lux?" he continued, hands settled in his pockets. "Of all the hubs of demonic activity, why demolish one that sheltered angels and humans as well?"