"You told Dad what I said!" Akeela giggled at Zaveriel's panicked half screech and nodded "Yep. Daddy said He was going to come see you."
The young messenger felt panic well up in his belly and he ran his fingers through his shoulder length curly dark hair frantically, "Oh man, oh gosh, oh man! Why would you do this to me!"
"Because you told Gabriel that I was the one who put cream in his satchel when we both know it was you."
Zaves stared at the fledgling for a long silent moment, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock, "You're a devious little fledgling, you know that?"
The little fledgling smiled up at him sweetly but he wasn't fooled in the slightest by it. Besides he was too caught up on the fact that she had told their Father that he had called Him older then old. If there was one thing no one every brought up ever, it was their Father's age, he couldn't remember the one who had been daring to say something last time and though he had an inkling in who the angel was he couldn't remember what had become of them.
Dad was a bit sensitive when it came to bringing up His age.
"Im dead. I am literally going to die. You've just signed my death warrant. You can have my plethora of goodies under my bed and fox pup I have hidden in my room. It was nice knowing you cruel cruel world."
It was only a matter of time, watching as his best of friends skipped away happy with what she had done to him, before his words came back to haunt him. For an entire week anything that came up on him made him jump in terror, any touch to his person brought about a shriek from the young messenger, he lived on egg shells for an entire week.
And then it all came crashing around him one fateful morning.
"Hello son."
Zaverial wasn't sure when he'd gotten all the way to the Throne Room, but he knew that his Father could only desire something and make it happen with a mere thought, Aunt was mysteriously missing from His right hand side and the guards at the door were closing it behind them. Father stood from His throne when the young angel tried to back away quickly, all messengers had to be quick, but He matched his panicked movements easily and soon snagged the young angel up by the scruff of his wings. Zaveriel prayed for mercy as he was lifted from his feet and Father sat him down on His lap upon returning to His Throne. A large hand curled around his stomach and he gave a soft nervous giggle while staring down at it.
"I hear you have questions about my age, young one, allow me to enlighten you."
When Gabriel noticed his second in command missing some twenty minutes after he was supposed to return to his office, he sought out the only one who would know where he could possibly be, hoping that they would merely tell him instead of him having to pry the information from them.
Akeela was sitting on the edge of the aeries ledge kicking her little legs back and forth, scribbling something on a piece of parchment, little tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.
"Nugget, do you know where Zaves is?"
"He's with Daddy."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, last time he checked not even Zaveriel was ballsy enough to prank the Big Man, but then again his second was as predictable as the wind was, there was no telling what he was storing in mind.
"Why's he with the Old Man?"
"I told Daddy that Zaves had some questions about His age."
"You're a cruel little thing, you know that?"