Let Justice Be Done (High School DxD - Archangel SI Chapter 1)

"THY NAME BE RAGUEL."

There are many emotions one is likely to expect upon being regaining consciousness after death.

"I AM YOUR CREATOR, GOD. I LOVE YOU, MY SON, AND I AM JUBILANT TO MEET YOU!"

"ME TOO!"

There is already the relief to know there is life after death, but then to meet God, be told he loves you and feel the emotion exuded from the Almighty Deity and know it to be true?

The reincarnated being could only experience pure genuine joy.

It was why the newly born Archangel would later feel great shame, that their first coherent thought ended up being:

Wait. God is a girl? Like in the song?

The first time Michael met his brother the Last Archangel, he found him in His Father's Throne chasing his wings.

The sight was so...unexpected that he forgot to address His Father upon His personal realm.

"Ah, Michael, just in time. Come meet your youngest brother before I introduce him to everyone else."

"Right." Michael shoot himself from his startle. "Of course."

"Weeeeeeeeeeeee~"

Oh, he discovered flying. ...And he's still chasing his wings.

"His name is Raguel."

Michael blinked at the name and its meaning, wondering if a certain animal inspired Father in His latest creation.

"Ah," Michael made a noise.

"And his mind is well."

"Of course, Father." Michael gave a bow, realizing his brother was simply excitable, but he should teach him to act more disciplined in Father's presence.

The Creator chuckled, before He called to his flying newborn.

"Raguel, come me your brother."

"YES, FATHER!"

Michael expected Raguel to act as Gabriel did when they first met, with her immediately hugging him with love and joy. Upon landing in front of them, and actually looking at Michael, Raguel stopped, stunned.

Michael tilted his head at the reaction. Were his own might scaring his little brother? No, in the Creator's Realm, no one is to feel harm or fear of others, as His might would engulf all.

Raguel looked toward Father, then back at Michael. He repeated the action a few times, before finally speaking.

"Ha-" He stopped and cleared his throat. It should have been impossible for something to get caught in his throat, give he was one of Father's perfect creations. "Hi, um, I mean. He-Hello, brother."

Oh. Michael found himself smiling at Raguel actions. A shy Archangel.

"It's nice to meet you too, brother." Michael took the initiative and hugged his youngest brother. "While I wish it was in better times, I truly am glad to meet you." Michael pulled back.

Raguel breathed hitched, before look back at Father, and then trying to act casual. Which was odd, as that was a human action.

Meeting Raguel was proving to be a novel experience, while Michael was sure his brother would grow out of this phase, he would treasure the memory of this adorable meeting.

"B-Better time?" Raguel asked.

"Yes, with the Great War engulfing the world, I'm afraid I don't have time take you across the fields of Heaven, and have you meet all our brothers and sisters. But I will be there with you every step of the way, while we battle the evils who rebel, and the wicked who disparage against Father's Words." Michael said, comforting his sibling.

"I...I see." Raguel paled, before looking at Father once more.

Michael found the reaction odd. Did his brother, maybe, not want to battle in Father's name? ...No, the thought itself was ludicrous.

"Yes, my child." YHWH said in an understanding tone with a hint of sadness. "I know."

Michael was treated to the odd reaction of worry, then relief on his youngest brother's face.

"Michael, gather your siblings," The Creator didn't need to elaborate which ones. "And wait in the Sixth Layer, I have a few things to speak with Raguel about."

"Right away, Father."

"You're going to die."

Right after the Archangel Michael had well and truly left, these words were uttered.

It's was probably not the best way to start one's second conversation with God.

"I know."

"Wha..." Raguel was taken aback. "You know!?"

"Of course," He, or should it be She?, chuckled. A sound like pure contentment and happiness, filled the realm. It was more like a concept, than a physical description of sound. "Why do you think I chose your soul to remake into one of my Archangels?"

Raguel felt joy, just from God being happy, but the knowledge of what's to come crashed that down right away.

"But..." The Reincarnated Archangel felt lost for words. "But, then why? Why not do things differently?"

"Some roads must be walked through. Even if you know what awaits you at the end." YHWH said with the patience of every kind parent.

"That's, but...that's not... Then why did you make me?!" Raguel couldn't help but shout, his voice echoing within the Throne.

"Because while the future you know may contain peace and the world would have it's guardians, humanity and Heaven itself will be lesser for it." Rageul's outburst wasn't even worth mentioning. "I made you to balance the scales, Raguel. To aid them be as Good as I love and believe them to be."

Them. Mankind and the Angels.

Raguel cried at the faith His Creator had in him, and His eventual death. Then he felt his throat was dry, even if it physically wasn't, from understanding the responsibility placed on him.

"Can't..." Raguel paused to gather his courage, even if it felt like the whining of a petulant child. "Can't you do that while being there with me?"

The God of the Bible gave a sad smile. The Throne was a tad less bright for it.

"Come with me, Raguel." He began to float away, and Raguel instinctively flew after Him.

"Where are we going?"

YHWH looked back and patted Raguel's head.

"I'm going to show you the Emperor Beast of Apocalypse."

AN: No I'm not back yet. This is just my muse unable to contain herself at the moment.