"But I don't understand," Aziraphale said baffled. Sure he knew that what Halaliel had done was stupid but he thought the archangels would have cared more about a fellow brother dying a horrific death as he did.
"Sunshine it's alright not to understand. It's all part of the Great Plan. It is not for us to understand." Gabriel said calmly while motioning his hands upwards.
"But Halaliel is dead. I saw the demons kill him. They set him on fire with Hellfire meaning both his celestial form and physical form are dead." Aziraphale still wasn't buying it. Did they truly care so little?
"We understand Aziraphale. You don't have to keep repeating yourself." Micheal said this with a calm chill in her voice.
"It is alright to feel sad about it for a short time though. But don't let this get in the way of what is really important here." Sandalphon added in.
"Sandalphon has a point. Angels die by a demon's hand daily. We have plently of them. He was just a Prinpitality as you are and he died serving the Lord and that is all that should matter to us now." Gabriel said pointing at Sandalphon while nodding.
"I suppose," Aziraphale said quieter than before.
"Good. Now that that is covered I believe we should discuss plans moving forward. So as you know Aziraphale the plagues are getting more and more stronger as orders from the Almighty. The Pharoah is close to breaking we can feel it. He may just need a push in the right direction. Satan has a stronghold on him and we can utilize this to exploit in order to make sure the Israelite slaves are released safe and sound and maybe even with some food as well."
"But what would that final push be?"
Gabriel looked to the archangels who all suddenly began to look very uneasy about telling him.
"Now Aziraphale what you do for the humans is honorable and very noble. We all here have no doubts about that." He paused waiting for the other archangels to mumble their approvals and agree. "But sometimes human weakness can be utilized as a weapon against our enemies and it will be for the greater good of all things as we are helping to set an entire race of people free who in turn will help our God's Son come to be on Earth in Flesh and with that help save all of humanity from their sins and the forces of evil. But we know sometimes it is hard to see it from that way especially for someone who has been down on Earth for so long."
"Long story short what he is trying to say is don't interfere and screw everything up like you always do." Uriel jumped in while frowning aggressively towards him.
"Well, I suppose that is one way to put it," Gabriel said turning to Uriel with a disapproving look to which she rolled her eyes but complied. "Basically we don't want you to overreact is all."
Must have been serious. "So what is this last-minute resort?"
"If Pharoah does not release the Israelites from slavery by the tenth day that night Azreal the angel of Death will come around to all doors who do not have the mark of the lamb on them and taking the lives of the firstborn Egyptian sons just as they once did to the Israelites. What goes around comes around."
Aziraphale felt his heart sink. He got the motivation but killing innocent children. "But if Pharoah releases the slaves before then it won't come to that right?"
"Let us hope not," Micheal whispered although she cared not for the kids but rather for Azreal. She wished humans would stop dying so much so she could be with her more.
"Of course not Aziraphale. But Pharoah has been given plenty of chances to do the right thing for his people and by the slaves and has not done so and so when push comes to shove desperate times call for desperate measures." Gabriel said. "I mean it is already day five of the plagues and the livestock are all dead and Pharoah still won't budge so he is unlikely to change his mind until after day ten."
But that was still five days. Aziraphale still had time to fix it and make sure no innocent blood was spilled. He was dismissed and rushed down to Earth at top speeds to reach the one being from the other side he could ask for help from who had a seemingly soft spot for children. Crawly.