Samael was staring into the distance of Heaven, their attention diverted to admire the white clouds above. "Samael? Samael, are you listening to me?" intruded a voice that broke Samael's concentration.

"Michael? What is it?" they said innocently, batting their eyelashes, and Gabriel, who sat beside them, snorted. "Father said that He has something to show us," said Michael, their black hair parting under the force of the wind. "He said that there will be more archangels soon. We are to meet our…siblings in a day."

Raphael was standing near Michael, face impassive, and sighed deeply. "Samael, must you really lower yourself onto the dirt?"

The white winged archangel laughed softly, "Yes, I truly do. I can always groom later."

"Father said there will be three new archangels," Michael continued, "He expects us to take one under our wings, to teach them what it means to be an Archangel."

Samael raised an eyebrow at their sibling, his head tilting to the side, "And what of Amenadiel? They are the eldest of us, aren't they?"

Michael's lip ticked downwards slightly, which was a grimace on the serious angel.

"Amenadiel is busy, for now. Our Father said they will return soon, but not for another three days."

"Very well," Samael withheld a sigh, "I will be waiting with baited breath until then."


"Awaken Sariel, my Child."

Grey eyes opened slowly, and the light was bright, stabbing and overwhelming. A groan slipped out of parted lips, eyes squeezing to ward off the brightness that assaulted the senses. It was jarring, a flood of different sensations overwhelming their mind.

New ears heard sounds they never heard before, and air was inhaled through a new mouth into new lungs. An exhale, and grey eyes opened again. A face could be seen, of a being with sharply angled cheeks, with kind dark eyes and a gentle smile.

"H…hello," started the newly born archangel, whose eyes widened when they heard their own voice, a small tan hand moving swiftly to cover their own mouth. It was rough, but pleasantly soft. Warmth could be felt on their face as the archangel blushed.

They removed their hand, trying their voice again. "You are my…Father?"

"Yes," said the other being, and the new archangel could see other figures, of another archangel with black hair and dark brown, nearly black eyes standing off with a small frown, their shoulders stiff from standing straight. Wings the same color as their eyes could be seen in a resting position above their shoulders.

Next to that archangel was another at a similar stature to the other, except with slightly lighter brown eyes. They were more at ease, with pure white wings lazily stretching behind their body. A small smile was on their face, and Sariel mimicked it.

Two other figures were with the archangels, one with hazel eyes and lighter hair, the other with a one green and one blue eyes, and hair darker than the other but lighter than the first two. The hazel eyed angel had tawny wings, while the heterochromatic archangel had yellow wings.

"They are your siblings, Sariel," said the much taller being, and the archangel's mouth made an 'o' as they drank in the sight, "Children, introduce yourselves to your new sibling."

"Hello, Sariel," said the archangel they first noticed, stepping forward, "I am Michael."

"My name's Samael," said the archangel with white wings, who's smile widened, and they nudged the hazel eyed angel with an elbow.

"Gabriel. I'm happy to meet you, Sariel," the elbowed angel said, and the last archangel offered their name. "And I am Raphael."

Their Father smiled at the archangels, and joy could be seen in His dark eyes. "You may call me Father if you would like, or perhaps Yahweh."

Movement could be seen in Sariel's peripheral vision, and they found light grey wings gently flapping contently, feathers ruffling. They watched as the wings stretched and remembered that the appendages were controlled mainly by emotions, wiggling them experimentally.

Their amazement of their wings made Yahweh chuckle, and Sariel's smile grew, and their wings fluttered even more.

"Do you want to go flying, Sariel?" asked Samael, and the newer archangel turned their brilliant smile to their sibling.

"Can…can I? Is it difficult?" Sariel's wings flapped harder, the excitement rising with the talk of flying.

"I'll help you," offered Samael, a hand ready to take their sibling's hand, glancing at their Father for permission. Yahweh nodded, and the two archangels held hands, Samael directing Sariel to walk with him.

"Thank you."