How far I'll go

The light Bringer heard the girl’s furious call and started on his journey toward her, gliding soundlessly across the north. He had seen Gabriel and had marked Michael for a reckoning for his own, knowing their apparently crazed brother had done something that was wildly out of his jurisdiction. Lucifer was still the target, his unnatural grip on Gabriel’s soul would need to be exorcised before it festered and devoured him, but he would die before standing behind Michael after taking The Father’s justice into his own hands.  

The last time he had seen the girl she was nothing more than a squabbling pup, blind and deaf, unknowing to the blight Lucifer- then Samael- had brought upon her simply because of his own lustful hedonism. She as completely innocent in her own right but for the sin of her father, but that was not her cross to bear, Raphael knew this, in spite of what Abba may have believed The Light Bringer was just as merciful as Gabriel. He would relinquish the hold The Lord Of Flies had placed upon her, free her from the original sin of her father in a baptism. She would be free to find her own destiny, so long as she did what her father had been too proud to do; turn her back from Lucifer, and join him in bringing the vile creature’s end.

Finally, she came into view, he walked toward her, calmly, unthreatened and unimpeded. He kept his head low, tail wavering fluidly behind him, attempting to appear as non-threatening as he could, The Light Bringer could be quite the sight to behold and no doubt she would need a moment when she realized who he was.  “Child.” His booming voice called once he was a safe distance away; close enough to be heard and address her, but far enough that he could run if she came at him immediately. “Child, do not fret. I do not wish to hurt you.” He rumbled. “I simply wish to talk.”

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