Azrael blinked and stepped back as time slowed about her, stilling the human's transition and drawing the soul back within the woman's body.
"Brother, I almost had her."
The ache was one she'd felt before and she negotiated it quickly - the disappointment of something briefly claimed and lost.
She wanted the woman's soul badly now, having had a taste, but it would have to wait.
Besides, she had Samael's, and that one needed special care.
In one of her fake human sounding breaths, as she released her disappointed sigh, a hundred people across the world died, on top of the eighty seven that had died the moment before. She felt them all and ferried them all with other instances of herself and every one felt immensely satisfying.
She drew from that and resettled herself in this moment, cradling her brother's soul gently within.
He was very confused, but greatly enjoying the light show.
"First stop Hell, then?" Remiel said, walking to them from the campsite. "We will return our errant brother to where he truly belongs? This time he will not be able to leave."
Amenadiel stood with the human locked in time in his arms, trembling with rage.
"I can't afford distractions now sister," he spat the word out, "but know I will settle this with you later."
Remiel gaze grew guarded, and she pointed down at their brother's body.
"He never should have left Hell. You knew this. Your task was to return him and you failed. I succeeded in your place."
Azrael shook her head. "You haven't."
Remiel frowned at her. "You would defy the Laws of Judgement and take him to the Silver City?"
Azrael smiled. "His soul is one of the lightest I have ever taken, my sad little sister."
"Our brother is finally going Home."
Btw, I didn't realize this was such a wee little chapter, otherwise I would have posted it with the other one.
Sorry!
Wonder what everyone thinks of Lucifer going Home in this way? ;)
