Interlude 3

Third Interlude

By the time it all came to one great front, it had been too late to change the most important things. They should have seen the cracks far sooner than it took for them to realize that what She was doing was wrong. They had been too trusting – fearing Her, believing that He might notice, praying that one day it would stop.

And, to be fair, it did stop. Though it was only because She had gone too far in Her torments.

An angels wings were… symbolic, in a way. Their wings were defining, a part of what made an angel an angel, so deeply and intricately connected to their being that to lose one's wings left behind scars (both external and internal ones). To that end, was it so surprising that in Her hatred of Her not-children She would find release in breaking them?

Feathers – all the different shades of pink – were scattered in clumps, stuck together by the cooling red blood, strewn about the ground around their owner, who was thankfully unconscious and free from the pain having her wings shredded would cause. The sight was still far more than enough to make Kemuel sick to her stomach. It had been too much like walking in to the scene Abel's bloody murder.

This— Such carnage didn't belong in Heaven. It just… How could She? How dare She? Emotions raced through Kemuel mind and body, rolling and crashing into each other like ocean waves amidst a thunderstorm.

It took Kemuel less than a second to locate her Father and then less than a minute to reach Him. "Father! Father— please, You have to help! It— It's Camael… She's…"

"Kemuel, my daughter, slow down," He told His desperate and hysterical daughter. "What's wrong?"

"Cammie— her wings—"

God didn't waste a millisecond more, moving them both across time and space to be next to Camael's prone form. Kemuel didn't ever expect nor want to see the grief that passed across His face upon seeing the state of Camael's wings. Not again. Not after Samael's fall from grace.

"Oh, my dear little one, what happened to you?" He whispered forlornly, picking Camael up into His arms and holding her close.

Kemuel kept silent as she reverently watched His work – His hands gentle against the delicate, broken wings. When it was done, she stayed by her little sister's side, not daring to move from the spot until Camael awoke. Their Father stayed as well, both waiting well into the next dawn.

It was then that the angel decided that she'd had enough of seeing her siblings' suffering.

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[Excerpts from Raphael's Personal Notes]

... came in today. It's the first time I've meet with Him in person for nearly three centuries. Father wasn't there to see me though— He brought the youngest angel with Him: Camael, I believe her name is. He didn't stay for long, merely informed me that only I was allowed to attend to her and then left. Kemuel stopped by not an hour later, and while it's not unusual to see her here since she often comes to see any injured sibling, her distress was rather notable.

It makes me wonder what exactly has happened to cause such poorly masked panic. I can only assume that it has to do with the injuries the angels receive. I am a healer— the Healer. I know when wounds are caused by willful harm rather than accident. And yet, I cannot bring myself to question how these injuries that my siblings suffer have come into being, to ask why.

Shortly after Samael's fall, it was near heresy to even speak his name. Gabriel likes to pretend that Samael is on some sort of long-term mission, that nothing has changed. The opposite is true of Amenadiel, who is firm in his belief that Samael deserved his punishment. Michael, on the other hand... Michael has proven indifferent, at least outwardly. His behavior is not unlike mine in how I have isolated myself from the rest of the Silver City; however, I fear he may one day chose to leave Heaven altogether – in some sort of mislead notion of penance for turning his back on Samael when our brother called to him.

But I digress...

... took some time to discover the true cause of Camael's inability to fly, but I believe now that it may have something to do with the way her wings have changed – as verbally noted by Kemuel, who still visits the Healing Halls daily despite my assurances that Camael will be fine. And alas, I can only say 'fine', not that the youngest shall make a full recovery. Her wings, though evidently healed by Father, show signs of trauma that is not as easily healed as would the physical wings themselves. It is of my opinion that she may never be able to fly again – a horrifying prospect in all reality.

I informed Father of this, and though He did not reply, I could feel a tension building, made of His Presence. There is something that bothers Him, clearly...

... Mother is gone. She has been gone for some time now. The whole affair was made out like it was to be swept under the metaphorical rug, but it is very hard not to notice Her Presence, or lake thereof. Unlike with Samael, Father has not explained why She has been Cast Out. I think Michael knows; from the seldom times I've seen him, he looked more and more weary, a heavy weight has fallen onto his shoulders. Aside from him, the most notable outcome of the matter is that the angels seem— how do I put this? Perhaps, at ease? It almost confirms my suspicions, but without Father to clarify speculation from fact, I am simply left to wonder...

A/N: So... Yeah, that happened to Camael.

Last edited: [1/18/2020] Raphael's Notes added as an extra scene

Guest: It's okay that you're confused; it's just an interlude, all of which take place in the past. I've kind of already alluded to something being wrong with Camael's wings. I didn't want to get very graphic in this scene here, but essentially, Mum almost ripped out Camael's wings. God healed them, but they're still damaged, and that kind of trauma left a mark (hence the references to how Cammie's wings didn't always have red specks on them). Of course, this is a turning point for Kemuel, who does want to see her siblings get hurt anymore.

gothicpoet0615: Suspense and cliffhangers make me smile :D but don't worry, it'll be okay in the end