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"Gadreel, please," Michael sighed, rolling her eyes. She waved them off. "Don't bother the archangels, we're busy. Go... explode another minor star, or something."
"They're called nebulas," Gadreel muttered, feeling very small.
Gabriel smiled at him, kind, in that infuriating way that he was. "Don't worry, little sibling," Gabriel sang confidently. "We'll have time for you soon. She has decided that every seven 'days', whatever those are, means rest."
Gadreel stormed off, feeling very small and dismissed indeed.
"Hey. Gadreel," someone hissed. Gadreel turned to the voice and saw Lucifer standing behind a cloudbank that might have been called a pillar.
"What?" Gadreel snapped, not feeling quite up to dealing with another archangel at this point.
Lucifer smiled. "I just was curious, is all. Do you have a moment?"
"Israfel?" The small angel startled at his name, nearly dropping his trumpet.
"Yes?" Israfel asked quietly.
Raphael smiled at him, gently. "There you are. I thought you might have gone with Dagon again to talk about those books."
Israfel laughed in a nervous way that said I'm not sure if I should be laughing or not. "They're... interesting. I like them a lot."
"As you should!" Raphael burst out, and Israfel jumped again. Fear may not exist yet, but anxiety sure did, especially in this angel, in spades. "We're meant to love all things that God creates, and that includes each other, and those books." Raphael ruffled the blond curls set upon Israfel's head, and the small Principality's nose scrunched, in indecision about how to feel about the action.
"O-of course," he replied, deciding it would not be wise to mention he liked the books a teensy bit more than some of Her other creations.