They were few and far in between, those who were known as the 'Star Children', two of the most commonly known being little Akeelah and young Zaveriel. They were powerful, deceivingly so, and often exploded when pushed too far. 'Star Children' were those who He had made for specific reasonings, for specific purpose, and those two were ones He watched rather closely.
It surprised even Him, though, when the ever-happy messenger exploded.
His explosion followed one too many comments from one of those who allied themselves with his least favorite seraph, in regards to his master and his station and his position in the war, without any regard for his own hearing and feeling.
With the swiftness he had learned from his time training under Michael and the Powers, he had the other by the throat and lifted them from their feet, despite his being on the shorter end, and thrust them into the stone path under them. They choked from the impact, the burning of the messengers grace seeping into his fingers.
Others around them gasped and jumped away, yelling for some to get an archangel, other for some to get the Messenger himself, and others just yelling to get help. Abraxos and Puriel were the first on the scene, and they struggled getting the messenger to let go of the one he was so focused on, the one from what they had heard had insulted his flock and master greatly.
He stood still despite their tugging at his arms and their attempts to get him to back up, to release the lowly seraph, anything to get him back before he caused any real damage.
"Next time you say something like that," he squeezed the reddening neck for effect and sealant of his promise "I'll tear your tongue out and feed it to you." They looked away from their query as their captain broke through the crowd of mystified bystanders, and stalled when he merely rolled his eyes, and stepped forward to accomplish what they had failed at for the good part of twenty minutes.
"Really, now." He bent mid step to wrap his hands around the young messenger's midsection, standing nearly four and a half heads taller then the small messenger, and gave his middle a harsh squeeze "Let him go." He gave another squeeze and the messenger jolted, his arms coming down, as the taller Power stood back to his full height and took the messenger with him. Zaveriel curled up and turned to look at his tall friend "Hey 'Roc, mind doing me a solid and letting me go?"
"If I put you down, are you going to attack him again?"
"I don't think I want to answer that."
The Power squeezed his middle again and the messenger curled up from where he dangled from the others hold, "OKAY! Okay. Yes. I will probably jump right back into it."
"That's what I thought you'd say." He turned away from the angel slowly starting to get back to his feet "So, no, I will not let you go. I need a new belt and you'll come with me."
"You're a horrible friend."
"The worst."
And there were some who could control these 'Star Children', tame them some might even say, and the Archangels were four of them. As was the Captain of the Powers.
Him and the Healer had the young messenger under control.