You were always too stubborn to give up, and didn't care if people knew it or not.
"Did you just touch my shoulder?!"
"What?"
"No- Come back, wait- I am trying to work, this is studious and diligent work, and it takes time. You should know that, you do it as well," Raphael sputtered, winging his way over to his fellow redhead in the vast void.
"You have my deepest apologies for hurting your feelings dear brother," Samael apologised.
"Really?"
"No," Samael said, trying to keep his facial expressions devoid of any giveaway emotions that would show otherwise. Before breaking out in laughter at puppy eyes Raphael was sending him.
"Don't worry I am simply jesting - I will always apologise if I do you any wrong," Samael promised. "But you have to remember to tell me if I hurt you without knowing, alright?"
Raphael nodded eagerly, eyes still as wide as saucers, like a little kid being told something 'very important' by their parents.
The two of them erupted into small fits of giggles, smiling at each other.
"Now, come on. Let's continue painting or decorating - whatever you want to call it - this dark void."
"I do not think it is called a 'void'. Didn't Mother call it 'space' or something alike?"
Raphael looked thoughtful for a second, thinking about Samael's words, before shrugging. "Both work for me, they are just different words but they both mean the same."
"If you say so," Samael said as he quietly created a colourful orb of energy. It was not easy to hide, since it was a glowing colourful ball in the dark void or space. Whichever works for you. "If the definition of space and void has the same meaning for you, what does this mean then?" Samael hurled the newly created orb at Raphael, who had been suspiciously looking the other way the whole time.
Somehow sensing what Samael had been planning, he hurled forward, an orb of his own. Smugly glaring at his brother, as the blast threw them both backwards.
Ignoring the fact that the thing blew them over, it was really beautiful, and would probably create something quite unique.
After the blast had blown itself out, Raphael looked on, stunned at the beauty. "They are beautiful," he quietly mumbled.
Samael flew over to where Raphael was, just as stunned as his brother.
He did not fully understand how Samael and he had managed to create such a thing. Was it even them who actually made that? It looked too beautiful to be angel-made. Mother could have created it, but She was not here.
"Did we…?" Raphael asked his brother, when he saw Samael stand beside him. He must have flown over sometime as he had fixed his eyes on the new twin creations.
"I am pretty sure we did," Samael slowly replied. "What should we name it? Raphael?-" one of Samael's wings hit Raphael, "-We need to call it something."
Realization dawned on him. "Oh, you are right, of course," he said as he scratched his head.
Samael looked at him confused. Since when didn't his brother want to name something, especially something like this. "Raphael? Do you wish not to name it?" Samael asked his brother.
Raphael shook his head. "No, no, I mean- it is not that. I just think-"
"-Think what?" Samael interrupted.
Raphael mumbled something.
"Think what?" Samael repeated a little louder.
"I do not know what to name it…" Raphael muttered, feeling embarrassed. He looked at Samael, who just stood, gazing with a raised eyebrow.
He scratched his head, ignoring the hair that fell in his face. Samael gave a small laugh before covering it with what sounded like a cough. "Dear brother, what were you thinking? There is no need to be embarrassed or ashamed if you cannot figure out a name for a thing."
"Fear not brother, I will come up with a name, one I assure, you will not cringe by the sound of it," Samael said, clapping Raphael roughly on the shoulder and flying closer to the unnamed stars
Putting a hand on his chin, Samael looked like he was thinking hard and long. "What about…" Lucifer slowly started, "we do not name it, and we just let other people name it?"
"Yeah, no, that will just make it bad."
"Then what name do you suggest?"
"Maybe Latibule? Schemiel? No, that is not fair."
The sibling duo continued to review different types of words and whether it could be used as a name for the infant creation. When both of them realized that their critique of each other's words, would and could not get them any closer to getting a name.
"What if we cannot find a name?"
"Then we will get someone else to name it for us."
"Like another angel? Who then? What if their idea for a name is bad?" Raphael questioned, looking almost disgusted at the prospect of someone other than themselves should have the accolade for naming the counterpart creation
"Then though luck! If we cannot get one, then we must ask someone else, even if their idea might disagree with our expectations, that is the deal when you ask for someone's opinion, it might be good or it might be bad."
"Alright. Wise words, think you can live up to them?"
"I do not know, do I?" Lucifer snarked. "We need to find someone who can name this beauty."
"But who?" Raphael questioned as he scratched his head.
"Mmmmmmm, let us just ask the nearest person we can find. Now come on!" Lucifer quickly said. Lucifer began leaving and quickly checked if his younger red-headed brother was behind him. After confirming Raphael was behind him, he continued at a steady pace.
"Where are we going?" Raphael asked, feeling a bit out of the loop.
"Finding the nearest angel, where else?"
"You do realize that there are not a lot of angels right?"
After leaving the 'void' and returning to their unfilled home, heaven, they were quick to find someone, surprisingly, despite the place being quite massive. Especially if you are only two people. Either they were lucky or Lucifer had been aiming for a specific area which he knew would be occupied.
They emerged into an area which could theoretically be described as a place filled with modern bean bags, but these bean bags were cloudy with light colours and made out of a more solid form of cloud, one that only appeared to exist in heaven.
On one such cloudy bean bag, were an angel, not just any old angel, this was the first angel ever created, the first born, Michael.
Michael appeared to be sitting peacefully, but when her brothers entered it was quite possible that would change. When Michael heard them come, she took her sweet time to finally look at them, dragging the moment out where they stood like dogs waiting for you to greet them.
After an agonizingly long time, which was only one minute, she turned to look at them. Her raised eyebrow signaled her confusion as to why they had come here.
"Michael, we need your assistance with something."
"Okay...? Can you elaborate further?"
"Do we have to elaborate? Can you not just come with us?" Lucifer asked.
"...It is just whether I have to get up or not get up. These seats are rather comfortable," Michael admitted, changing position.
"They are?"
"You can try them later, Raph. We need your help with naming something," Lucifer said bluntly.
"With naming something?" Michael repeated. "Why do you need my help? Can you not figure out a name yourself?
"We can! Just… Yeah, no, this one, we cannot, but when we find a name, it just does not match right. Understand?" Raphael swiftly added the last part as he saw Michael beginning to look confused.
"Ohay, so to sum it up, you want me to name something because you cannot find the right name yourself? Am I correct?" Michael surmised. Her younger brothers quickly nodded in confirmation. "Why do you not show me what you wish to name?" Michael said as she got up from the comfortable bean bag and followed after the two excited puppies.
"Does the name have to be whimsical?" Michael suddenly asked.
"Your version of whimsical is supremely different to our definition of whimsical," Lucifer spoke for both the brothers.
"Then why did you ask me?" Michael muttered.
"What is it that...? Is that what you are talking about? It is truly beautiful, and you created it," Michael admired the creation. "I knew you both had it in you but seeing it like this is truly something."
The unnamed creation was more or less round, but had large sparks of lights hang out of it like raindrops slowly falling down something. It was made out of gas, but it weakly looked like it was on fire, a slow dancing fire.
It had many different colours, but the ones that stood out the most were red and blue. The two colours were harmonizing with each other, showing glimmers of other colours, giving it more size and dept.
"It really does look splendiferous. It does remind me a bit of what Proxima looks like, do you not think so?" Michael regards. "Maybe they are related?"
"Well, they do share creators, but that is beside the point. What do you think it should be named?"
"What about kärsä? -wait no! Groke. That is the one!" Michael exclaimed the last part so suddenly that someone shrieked in surprise, or was it shock?
"Groke?"
"Groke!"
"Doesn't that sound good? It does fit rather well in my opinion."
"As good as the sounds, it does not actually fit," Lucifer slowly said.
Michael looked at him for a few seconds, seemingly thinking over his words. "Then I suggest Alpha or saudade."
Raphael and Samael looked at each other, having an entire conversation with their eyes, if the repeatedly changing look in their eyes was anything to go by.
"Saudade is scrumptious, Alpha Centauri is dultec to the ears."
"Do not forget Proxima Centauri."
…...
"I can fix that."
"I am calling a professional," Gabriel said, staring at the broken glass horn, who's shards were weakly rolling around on the ground.
"I am a professional."
"A more professional professional."
"Hmpf," Uriel gave his best pouting face and crossed his arms. "It is not that cracked.
"Who are you gonna call?" Gabriel asked, seeing Uriel opening her mouth wide and pushing her chest up.
"BROTHER!" Uriel yelled with all her might.
"Or yell after?"
"What about Michael? She is standing over there. Just looking at us," Gabriel voiced, looking right at Michael. Ignoring her quick small waves and big mischievous smile that definitely had something bad in mind, he blatantly continued to stare at her.
"Are you mad? You think she will help us? Not what that smile on!" Uriel mumbled, shaking her head with a small frown playing on her lips. "You go and ask her, then - I will wait for one of the boys to show up."
"The voices in my head may not be real, but they do have some good ideas."
"Hello there! I heard a call, did someone break something?"
"You mean a body part or an object?" Gabriel
"Both, I suppose," his brother clarified.
"Then welcome, we need your help- it was not me who shouted for someone," Gabriel quickly greeted, pointing at the broken thing on the ground.
"Oh."
"Do not worry, we still need your help."
"We?"
"Hi, brother! Didn't quite see you come in. Has Gabriel told you about the little mishap?"
"The one you created," Gabriel interrupted.
"What about Michael? Will she not help?" Raphael asked, looking confused at Michael.
"You think she will help? With that smile on?" Uriel huffed, flailing around dramatically. "Will you help us or not?" she questioned.
Raphael scratched his head, "I am not even sure I know how to fix it."
"But you created it!" Uriel and Gabriel said at the same time, then stared at each other afterwards.
"It is not like there was a manual or a how to make, made in the progress! 'Sides, it was not only me! Gabriel did the most, remember? I just stood and gave 'uuuu' and 'ahh' or 'can I touch that?' and getting no's every time."
"It is yours?!" squealed Uriel.
"You are the Healer."
"For body, mind and soul. Not for items. Have you tried asking Mother?" Raphael asked.
Uriel looked around dramatically and rolled her eyes. "Have you seen Mother around here? Because I have not - do say if you have."
"I think Mother is with Samael."
"Again? Does he not call himself 'Lucifer' now?"
"Only sometimes, it depends," he replied, shrugging.
"Do you have to be so hard?!" snapped Uriel.
Raphael looked surprised at her anger. "I will have you know, I prefer to call myself delightfully difficult," he said unfazed.
"Is something wrong Uriel?"
When Uriel looked down with guilt, Raphael gently held her chin up.
"I am not mad at you for snapping at me," he gently said.
"I just… I feel bad about breaking it."
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"No."
"Then I do not see what you feel bad about, you had not intended to break it. It happens for all of us. I once dropped my staff, thinking someone was going to catch it, turns out they did not catch it nor make any effort to do so. If it was not for some of the younger cherubs, I would probably have lost it."
"Really?" Uriel chuckled at the story, "I need to go and ask them about it soon."
"Yes! I am sure if you ask, you will get an expression that says, 'I do not know what you are talking about, but I do know what you are talking about," Raphael smugly said.
He glanced at the ground before squatting down and slowly collecting the shards of the broken horn - it was not too broken and could probably be easily fixed, how he did not know yet, he would figure it out, but they did not need to know what.
"Come on! Let's go fix the horn of Gabriel! Lest it becomes the flowerpot of Gabriel."
"I am not going to bring them in on the conversation."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so!" Michael snapped. "This has nothing to do with them."
"Why not? They have the right to doubt this, since when has thinking become illegal?" Lucifer argued, he could not help it, but the way Michael spoke so mindlessly, made him want to explode, especially in Michael's face.
"That is not what I mean and you know it!"
"Yes it is!" Lucifer interrupted Michael.
"You will not let angels think! Why should we bow down to this new and weak creation? They do not even have wings!" The more Lucifer spoke, the more he began looking disgusted. "Let me guess, Mother wants them to be thankful for creating them? They will do so many bad things in Mother's name."
Michael glared at Lucifer as he sneered the last bit, her arms hanging stiffly at her side, knuckles white for being squeezed so hard.
Not so farway, stood a crowd of angels, this crowd was rather big, considering that Michael and Lucifer had been arguing repeatedly for some time now. And crowds would form, (if they began in public) but they would usually disperse. But this crowd seemed to get bigger and bigger along with the argumentation.
"You all see what she is saying?! Wanting us to stop thinking about it, wanting us to silence our thoughts! So what? So we will not spread the truth," Lucifer yelled to the growing crowd, continuing when he saw murmures and nods in agreement. "I say we will not stand for it! Only together can we make the difference! What do you say? Join me or be against us… Spread the word! We will not bow down, only to be thrown in the corner."
"They will not listen to you, the angels are only here because we made a scene! Again," Michael added.
Lucifer looked from the loudly dispersing crowd and back to Michael. "Are so sure? Their yells of agreement says another story… I think they will listen. Look, " Lucifer added the last part with a snug air, as he made a hand motion towards the dispersed crowd, where a few figures still stood, one whom looked down at the ground, whether it was in silent agreement or disappointment was hard to tell.
"Raphael…"
"This means war does it not? Why does it have to, stop justifying your point of view and listen to the other side!" he yelled, "I will not watch you get innocents into your cause."
"Let it be known that the healing wards will be neutral in these times and those soon to come. We let you argue in hopes that you would accept the other's opinion, but not for this. We always had the right to show we disagreed about something with each other, but now I am not so sure."
Even in a place like this, there was chaos, people were in pain on the left and on the right! Even when there were no weapons, you could still hear them screaming, watching them getting to a position to avoid the blow of something that was not even there. Was there even any hope left for them?
Stop! Asking those types of questions, especially in these times were bad enough, almost worse than saying them outloud.
It didn't matter, he was too stubborn to let people die because of it. Questions or no questions, there was one thing everyone agreed on and had in mind:
Why?