Day 65 [video]

[burnburnburn]

[Dilandau's out in the grassy land near the beach, sweating from a recent bout of intensive exercise]

Have you finally stopped apologising now? [He doesn't hide the curl of his lip that shows how little he thinks of such gestures] I need a sparring partner, so if any of you demons have a sword and know how to use it, tell me. I start working at dawn.

[He pauses, narrowing his eyes]

And I don't want any of you to start telling me swords don't exist in your worlds too. I'm sick of hearing about how alien you all are.

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[burnburnburn]

[The being is far too right for Dilandau's liking. He's been stumbling like this for days and hasn't put a foot right yet. He needs to fall back and learn more.

He licks his lips and asks his first question.]

What are you?

[servingmichael]

An archangel.

[ He didn't deny that, he didn't care who knew it. ]

[burnburnburn]

I've not heard of your kind.

[Though his mind is milling with theories. Perhaps this creature is from the gap between the worlds?]

Where do you come from?

[servingmichael]

We may not exist in some worlds.

[ No reason all Creations need to be the same. ]

Heaven. Myself and my brothers rule Heaven, and watch over Earth and it's life, among other duties.

[burnburnburn]

[His eyes bug out at the information. This creature is one of the gods?! He falls to his knees and bows his head]

Forgive me for my tongue. I didn't know your kind would honour us with your presence directly.

[He's hardly breathing out of fear that this god might strike him down. Their kind isn't known for their kindness to those who slight them.]

[servingmichael]

[ He's far more than a god. ]

This place is small, and I have no intermediaries.

[ Otherwise, he wouldn't. Raphael isn't in the smitting mood - though as Brigid had warned, he is not kind, though he is capable of compassion. ]

You had questions.

[ It should be a question, but it isn't. ]

[burnburnburn]

[How many men have dreamed of having a god offer to answer their questions? Dilandau's not so sure it's a boon. He's had enough brushes with absolute power in his life that he's well aware that admitting he's curious about the wrong things could have terrible consequences.

His throat is dry with fear as he asks the questions he came to seek.]

The woman Brigid told me you could vouch for her good nature. She claims she's not a criminal though she's hunted by men who aren't stopped by the authorities of her land. Is this true?

[servingmichael]

[ Raphael knows how many have called for angels or God to answer them. He knows how often he once prayed to his Father. That time has long passed. ]

Yes it is truth. She's still a child in some ways, and regardless, has done no wrong.

[ Not even in staying Raphael could vouch for her. ]

[burnburnburn]

[That puts a different spin on their interactions, though Dilandau's not able to think at the moment of the implications of what that means. ]

Is she one of your worshippers?

[He believes what Raphael says, but it's known that the gods can be biased. Of course, if this is a powerful god he'd best be wary of crossing a favoured mortal, even if she's not what he expects]

What is your domain of power, Archangel?

[servingmichael]

[ It's why Raphael is fond. He likes children. ]

She is one of my Father's devout, and long ago the young where placed under my protection, for me to watch over and intercede with.

[ He's biased - no one said he had to be fair. ]

The air, the young, animals, fishermen, those who heal. God left all of Creation to the rule of the archangels.

[burnburnburn]

[He sounds powerful, incredibly powerful. And yet, the fact that he's manifesting here is bringning increasingly troubling questions to Dilandau's mind.]

O Raphael of the Heavens... [He takes a shallow breath, thinking of how to phrase what he wishes to know without causing offence. It's not something he's used to considering.]

Do you choose to manifest in this land to guide us?

[servingmichael]

[ The archangels are some of the most powerful beings in his universe. And yet. He's also trapped here. ]

My siblings and I are trapped here with the rest of you.

[burnburnburn]

[Siblings? Dilandau cringes lower when he hears of that. Having one god to be wary of is more than enough]

May I be permitted to know their names and their domains, o Raphael of the Children?

[servingmichael]

If they chose to revel themselves, they will. As of yet, I have no reason to share that information.

[ More leverage in this game of sorts he had with Gabriel. ]

[burnburnburn]

[He risks looking up just enough to see Raphael's face so that he'd know what the other gods might look like. He's got no intention of offending any more of his kind]

O Raphael, am I permitted to leave your glorious presence?

[His knees are aching and he needs to get out before he slips up and this being kills him. The stress is making him feel faint]

[servingmichael]

[ Too bad for Dilandau none of them look alike. ]

You may depart.

[ He isn't overly invested one way or another. ]

[burnburnburn]

[Dilandau shuffles backwards, not daring to offend this god by turning his back to him. As soon as he reaches the doors he flees]