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What if…
What if Archangel Uriel was forced to appear in the bar of Sodom as a female (-looking angel)? Written by my friend Antoinette Veronica, a fan of Uriel.

The What-if scenario

God snapped His fingers and instantly, the whole tavern turned their heads as they peered into two amber-colored eyes, they beheld in amazement at the instant materialization of a tall, gorgeously dark and exotic woman, regally beautiful, wearing a big black lace veil, but the veil only partially hide her beautiful raven black hair, that rippled down her back to her knees. Everyone in the Tavern were amazed at the magic, though they think the 'genie' was wearing too much clothes, a big gold brocade mantle trailing on the floor and long sleeved tunic and dress, all made of elaborate brocade of colours like a sunrise. Which was very far away from a typical genie that wears only a layer of white muslin help together with spaghetti thin straps.
Uriel did not know why she appeared here, but archangels are supposed to be the example of submission, she bowed, as whispers of 'is that a genie?' lurked in the tavern. As if the sudden materialization is not enough, Uriel stood out from the crowd because no ladies in that tavern covers her hair, which tells how indecent that place is. The veiled hair coupled with her exotic dark skin raised a few eyebrows.
Uriel scanned the tavern looking worried, as she was searching for something.

I have an appointment with a mortal, Uriel, you will accompany me here

'My pleasure, Lord" a soft, demure and very womanly voice (which is absolutely an oddity in a tavern) said, "Lord, I thought you have something else in mind…"

Be quiet

Uriel gave another bow and stood docilely, but it was obvious she was NOT enjoying herself, indeed, she was even trying to act like she was a piece of furniture(Look at that genie, I wish I can have her to do all my housework, whispered one barman to another barman) She was scanning through that tavern, with knotted brows, ignoring all the whistles not just from the barman, but from the other women as well.

Uriel soon found herself surrounded by women who were trying to kiss her, she looked at them, impassive, having faith God will protect her.

"It will be great if she takes that damn veil off."

"Can I buy you, genie? I will give you all the treasures on Earth"

"She has a lovely voice."

Uriel only replied with signs of worry for her 3 friends, and gently fended off any hands belonging to women who were trying to touch her, which in effect is like a damp blanket to the tavern, her brows were so knotted and she was so unresponsive that everyone shot her finger gestures in indignation.

"An arrogant genie, eh?"

Uriel finally opened her mouth and asked the same question for the next half hour, "Lord, where are my other 3 friends? I thought you are asking me to come here and clean up after them! What had the 3 twerps done? Had they misunderstood anything and need me to take care of them? Are we going to look for them soon?"

God was starting to regard Uriel as a audacious damper, also, as He was, in fact, rather enjoying Himself, some women just have to be so boring! But this inconvenience can be easily removed by. removed by some small fluctuation in space that relocated a whole bottle of viperbite (the most alcoholic drink known to be in existence) into the region of Uriel's bloodstream, to the convenience of the rest of the people in the taven as well.

…..
The archangels were goggling at what greets them.
The tavern looked like it was mixed with an exploded fabric shop.
A big square of black lace, a tunic and a voluminous brocade mantle was lying on the floor. Which they could tell is Uriel's, for no woman will wear headcoverings in this sinful city.
The veiless and mantleless and tunic-less, Uriel was dancing on the table stripped down to her corset with petticoats swinging under her skirt, luckily, her corset still covered a lot of her torso, she was singing on the top of her voice, the volume of her voice and frequency of her voice was suddenly increased by 100 times. Which sounded completely obscene and hideous. She was singing "Holy, Holy Holy, God Almighty." On the top of her lungs and the crowd was throwing coins at her.

Then Uriel spotted the 3 aghast angels and shrieked hideously, "HIIIIIIII-LOOK THERE THREE HONOURED GUESTS! There are nebulas around them! Lets give them the special! By the way, I am still feeling hot!"

Gabriel shouted while cursing himself silently he could not use his power, "Uriel, you are drunk! Come down!"

Uriel could barely hear Gabriel. Raphael ran to the bar and asked for a bucket of water, the barman turned purposely deaf, as he enjoyed with some sadism the tall, dark woman who was somber faced and speaking with an annoyingly soft and demure voice getting pissed, despite Raphael's urgent pleading.

Uriel spun around on the table, kicking and dancing even madder, shining black tresses streamed behind her and she was about to untie the laces on her corset, Michael gave an all-silencing howl. He rushed on top of the table madly and punched Uriel in disgust in front of the stunned crowd.

"Get to your senses! Whore!"

It was a very impressive punch, because at that moment, the power came back on again and his fist went right through Uriel's flesh and hit her soul head-on. Uriel's spirit stood up as her body crumpled. "Whoops. What on earth have I been doing?"
" You were about to strip off!" roared Michael.
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