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As Gabriel answered he felt overcome with relief. He was not lost. Raphael's features softened considerably as he approached his brother in calm strides, making a note to grind his paws in the slush so his brother could hear his approach. “You have always been a gentle soul.” He said, his tone understanding, a complete change from the hatred that had rippled through him moments before. “Even now, the vile demon’s cunning and lies seek to tear us apart. Had I not been so righteous of heart he may have tempted me to the same madness he placed on Michael. “ He stopped, less than a foot away from his brother, and reached out to nose at his neck affectionately.

“Even with the actions of the hell master, I believe this too is part of His plan.” Raphel spoke softly, his deep voice like a quelling storm. “He has always sent us tests of our faith, with these we face the final test, and must discover his light within ourselves.” He closed his eyes, letting the wind carry his fur. “He watches us now eternally, we have a duty to see that his memory and light does not fade from this world thanks to the actions of a heathen snake.” Hesitantly he lapped comfortingly at his brother’s forehead. “He targeted you because you are gentle and easily swayed to his lies.” He explained. “I failed to protect you from him once, but I will not fail again, I swear it upon His name.”

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