The archangel could feel her vessel burning up, the young fresh face of the girl not so pretty anymore, covered in blisters and burns. She had searched, not even alone but with an entourage of any demons who would help her; it wasn't painful to the angel, but it would be for the girl, but it would be over soon; she had been an angelic vessel, but not Amriel's true vessel. Michael would have realised where she was now, a burning vessel created a stink that any angel could recognise, especially an archangel burning one, the heavenly warriors weren't exactly inconspicuous.
"Hello Amriel," she didn't need to turn around to see who it was, nevertheless she turned to face her brother, Michael had gone with the precaution of sending another archangel, but neglected to come himself as he should have.
"Raphael," she smiled cordially, hearing the internal screams of her vessel. "Michael isn't coming, I gather?" Amriel stepped backward, away from Raphael,
"Our brother is busy keeping heaven in running order, a task that you could have assisted him with." Raphael said and Amriel sighed, rolling her eyes,
"He banished me eons ago," she continued pacing backwards slowly, making her brother think she was afraid, that he had the upper hand.
"To Hell," he stated and she shrugged,
"Lucifer landed in the cage and I didn't, made some friends and they busted me out." An angel's blade appeared in Raphael's hand, "Are you going to kill me, brother?"
"If I have to," he said, closing in on her, "Your vessel is weak and you will not kill me,"
"What makes you think that?" she asked, her own blade appearing in her hand,
"You lack conviction," Raphael said, grimacing, "And although you have defied the will of our father, you still love your family above all, and like it or not, I am your brother. You will not kill me, Amriel,"
"I'd kill Michael," she admitted, it wasn't exactly a lie, she would throw him into the deepest depths of Hell and force him to suffer for the rest of eternity, but she wouldn't kill him. Killing him was too much of a mercy for what he did to Lucifer. "But you're right, I have nothing against you, Raphael, and I don't want to hurt you, so I beg you to leave now. Run back to our brother and give him a kiss from me."
"You give me no choice, Amriel," Raphael said in that annoyingly monotonous voice of his,
"You had no choice to begin with," she spat, "You're just a mindless puppet of first our father and now Michael; don't you ever think that sometimes they might be wrong?"
"God is never wrong," Raphael hissed, "You are a blasphemer and a traitor, and you have brought this death upon yourself."
Amriel smiled as Raphael stepped over the line of holy oil into the circle and clicked her fingers and a flame spread along the oil. "Little trick I picked up in Hell," she smirked, "It's holy oil so don't bother trying to escape," she walked past him to the door, feeling his venomous gaze upon her all the way,
"If you leave me here, you will regret it," he said darkly and she turned around,
"One of our brothers or sisters will rescue you and I will be long gone, tell Michael not to come looking for me again, or I might just pay him a visit and ram this through his eye socket," she said, holding up her blade for emphasis. "Don't you come looking either, Raphael, or you'll be next. I like living and as much as I love my family, you're all dicks and I think I can ignore that little fact if you push me."
Amriel walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, and vanished with a flap of her wings, appearing at the crossroads, "Crowley?"
"You look terrible, love," the demon said and she smiled at him,
"I need a meatsuit," she said, "That one that you found, is it a true vessel?" Crowley grimaced and nodded,
"I don't like this, you'll forget everything…"
"And Michael won't find me, you know where the human is, you can follow her until it's time to start the preparations for the apocalypse." Crowley put a hand on her shoulder and they appeared in the ward of a hospital, standing over a pregnant lady, "Don't scream," she said quickly, "I am Amriel, an angel of the Lord," for effect, she made her wings visible to the woman,
"The baby," Crowley said quietly and Amriel almost cursed, the mother could still say yes to the exchange though.
"What happened to your face?" the woman asked,
"My vessel, this human was not strong enough to withstand an angel," she explained, feeling the body close to its end. "I am dying," she lied, "I wish to pass some of my grace onto your child, to give it a good future, but you must say yes."
"Dying?" the woman asked, Joanne Hadley, "How do angels die?"
"That doesn't matter," Amriel said,
"Who's he?" Joanne nodded at Crowley, who had his hands in the pockets of his suit,
"Gabriel, messenger of the Lord," the demon lied and she nodded,
"And my baby? She'll have a good life, be blessed?"
"Yes," Amriel said, and Joanne looked from her stomach to Crowley and then finally rested her eyes back on Amriel.
"Okay…yes, I accept." Amriel touched Joanne's pregnant stomach and transferred herself into the baby.