A/N: This story takes place around mid season three.

Raphael was in his infirmary organizing everything. That was how he spent most of the time he didn't have to devout to healing, which he was happy to be able to say was often. These days most of his siblings didn't require his services, other than routine wing grooming or small accidents during training. Unfortunately, that wasn't always the case. There was a time when his siblings were often hurt battling the enemies of Heaven. He was just glad that was no longer the case. While he loved his healing duties, he did not love seeing his siblings hurt.

No sooner than that thought left Raphael's brain, he heard a truly terrifying and loud alarm go off. He immediately stopped what he was doing and felt his stomach drop. He knew that sound well, despite the fact that it had been eons since he'd heard it. He knew it because he always dreaded that sound. His father had created that alarm when they were all young to tell him if one of them was hurt in the Silver City. It wouldn't sound for something as trivial as a gash or a broken wing either. For that alarm to be triggered, it meant that someone was near death.

Raphael didn't have time for so much as another thought, so he didn't. He simply ran out of the infirmary. As soon as he got outside, he took flight. He saw that many of his siblings had done the same, all panicking as much as he was about what was happening.

Raphael took off in the direction that the alarm seemed the loudest. The alarm was designed to lead to the injured angel, so it got louder the closer you got. All Raphael had to do was follow the noise, which he did. He flew all around the Silver City and didn't stop until he reached the gates. The alarm was almost deafening there.

Several more angels landed directly behind Raphael, including Zadkiel, Gabriel, Remiel, and Michael. Michael, Zadkiel, and Remiel were all in fighting poses just in case there was still a threat.

"Who is it? Where are they? I don't see anybody?" Gabriel said as she looked around in a panic.

"I don't either, which can only mean…" Raphael trailed off before pulling the gates open. He gasped in shock in horror at what he found. He'd seen many things in his existence, but none of it was as gruesome as what was in front of him. His brother was lying on the ground, covered in blood. There was so much blood that Raphael was barely even able to recognize his brother. In fact, he only knew who it was because of the white wings attached to his back, which were also stained with blood. There was only one angel with white wings.

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God was in his office when the alarm had gone off. He immediately stood up and his eyes widened in fear. That alarm hadn't gone off since before the human race was created. Not even the rebellion had caused injuries so severe that it caused that alarm to go off. One of his children was gravely injured.

God wasted no time in getting to his injured child. He didn't even take the time to use his omniscience to find out who it was. He would find out when he got there. Instead, he used his power to pinpoint exactly where to go. He appeared at the gates within moments and found that most, if not all, of his children were already there. Each of them looked completely terrified.

God gently pushed his way through his children until there were just a few in front of him. Raphael, of course, as well as Michael, Gabriel, and a few others.

"Is he alive?" Michael asked in a shaky tone. When he didn't receive an answer, he spoke louder. "Raphael, is he alive?"

"Barely," Raphael said as he was crouched down, assessing his brother. His brother was letting out a few labored breaths every few seconds, but they were becoming few and far between. Raphael had to get to work fast, or his brother would die.

God pushed his way even further through, not stopping until he could see his child, once he did, he found himself shocked, not just by his condition, but also by which son it was. He was the last one God expected to find at the edge of his realm, near death. "Samael."

Raphael looked up to see his father. "Father, I need to get him to the infirmary. Do I have your permission to take him inside?" He didn't think his father would ever refuse, given the circumstance, but Samael was banned, so he had to ask.

"Of course, you do. Get your brother whatever he needs. We will do what is necessary to help him," God said.

"And make who did this suffer!" Zadkiel said with anguish in his voice. He didn't like Samael, but he was still his brother. More than that though, Samael was an archangel. Doing something like this to an archangel was a declaration of war.

Raphael gently went to pick his brother up. God helped lift his son too, as did Michael, Zadkiel, and Remiel. Once they had him up, God transported all of them directly to the infirmary, once there, they gently laid him on one of the beds.

"His wings are broken, and they've been cut badly," Raphael said. It was one of the first things he noticed, but that was hardly the worst of the damage.

"The base of his left wing looks like someone tried to hack it off. They tried to cut off an archangel's wings!" Michael snarled. He had made no secret of his dislike of his twin over the centuries, but no one got to do something like this to him. No one had the right to touch him.

"Children, you need to leave. Your brother needs room to work, and Samael doesn't need you all seeing this," God said. Samael wouldn't want that. He didn't know what these monsters did to his child, but he knew already that it was terrible. Samael wouldn't want his siblings seeing him like this.

"Yes, Father," Zadkiel and Remiel said before reluctantly leaving.

"I won't leave. You can punish me if you want, Father, but I won't go. You'll have to force me from the room," Michael said firmly.

"Whatever you see in this room, you will not use it against Samael. You will never even mention it to him. Do you understand?" God asked sternly. He didn't really think Michael would. The twins were often cruel to each other, but they both knew there was a line they shouldn't cross. Plus, given Michael's reaction thus far, he didn't believe any part of him wished to cause his twin pain. It still needed to be said though.

"I won't, Father, I swear. I just can't leave," Michael told him.

God nodded. He understood exactly how his son felt. He too would not be leaving Samael's side for quite a while. When he did, it would be to ensure that monsters that did this suffered the worst possible pain that he could inflict upon them.