AN: There is a spoiler at the end containing the chapter in normal color for those who dislike the white text.
Let Justice Be Done (High School DxD - Archangel SI Chapter 3)
Gabriel was ashamed to admit, to herself and to anyone who would asked her later on, that her expectation of her Father's Last Archangel, may have colored her opinion of Raguel before she ever met him.
"HELLO EVERYONE!" Raguel waved his arm above his head cheerfully, once Father introduced him. "LET'S WORK TOGETHER TO SAVE MANKIND!"
Unlike Raguel's enthusiastic greeting, he was met with silence. It was only for a moment, before Michael took in the reign of the situation.
"Yes, Raguel, we are happy to meet you too. Let me introduce you to everyone." Michael smiled back, and began doing as he said. "These here are Metatron, Sandalphon, Sariel, Remiel..."
"Gabriel," a voice spoke next to The Strongest Woman in Heaven. Gabriel looked to her side to see the Untouched Seraph, labeled so for having never sustaining a single injury all the length of the Great War.
"Raziel." Gabriel nodded.
"You noticed it too." Raziel said.
"Yes." Gabriel replied. The reason why Raguel was first met with silence, wasn't due to how he looked or his attitude, but rather his power.
Or rather how weak he is.
"Father had spend quite a long time creating him." Raziel commented.
What all the Seraph had noticed about Raguel right away, with their angelic sight, especially within the Sixth Heaven adding to this senses, was his wings. A single pair.
A set of wings weren't some functional limb, angels don't need them to fly. Rather an angel's wings were a measure of their power, how much Holy Light they can channel from their connection to Father and His Throne.
For Raguel to be made with only a single set was odd. From sight alone, one could mistake him for a simple angel. It's only the present Seraph's power and senses that let them see Raguel's true self as an Archangel, just like the current Nine (or correction, Ten) Seraphs.
While Raguel felt as strong as the strongest six-winged angels, it was a vast gap between him and any of the Seraphs.
"It is likely that his growth would be his strength, or maybe Father made him strictly for an administrative role." Gabriel reasoned.
"With how the War is going, and that...other issue Father constantly needs to attend to?" one could see the raised eyebrow in Raziel's voice.
"Father makes no mistakes." Gabriel said with certainty.
"Hmm." Raziel said nothing.
Back with Raguel surrounded by his brothers, Uriel was laughing as he lightly hit his youngest brother's back.
"Hahahaha, Father you're small. Father, can I take him to the Paradise fields so he can get something to eat?" Uriel said boisterously. Uriel was a giant of an angel. Raziel had often heard her other siblings wondering what he would look like with a beard.
"Brother, please take it easy on him. He's just a newborn." Raphael chastised. "Are you feeling well, Raguel? Uriel sometimes forgets his strength." Raphael was oddly enough usually seen alongside Uriel, even though he's the Archangel of Healing and is known for his Water Magic.
"I felt my spine was gonna break." Raguel wheezed out.
"And finally," Michael continued, gesturing to the last two Archangels, who stepped forward. "These are your sisters, Raziel and Gabriel."
"H-Hello," Raguel greeted, only stumbling for a moment upon seeing Gabriel's beauty.
"Hello, little brother, I hope together we can spread Father's mercy to the world so it would finally have peace." Gabriel said, connecting to Raguel's earlier sentiment of saving humanity.
"I am Raziel, brother, and I hope we get the chance to spend time and talk together." Raziel nodded.
"Now my children," Father spoke and all listened. "As you can see, Raguel is young, so please be an example to him, and teach him about your duties so he may learn to fulfill his own. He is going to be following and working with all of you, on your various missions. While carrying out your missions for the War, you may teach and guide Raguel, yet ultimately how he chooses to operate in those missions are up to him, as long as it doesn't cause harm to other angels or innocent humans."
""Yes, Father."" While the present Archangels replied in agreement without hesitation, they still couldn't help but feel surprised at how free Raguel was allowed to operate.
"Now Raziel, I believe you have intel gathering mission in the British Isles. Make your preparations and take Raguel with you." Father spoke.
"Eh?" Raziel blinked, surprised being given responsibility of his youngest brother so soon.
"I know time is somewhat of the essence for your trip, so just teach Raguel the basics of combat. That would be enough."
"As you will, Father." Raziel turned to Raguel and smiled. "Looks like we get to spend time faster then I thought."
"Looks like it," Raguel grinned. He then blinked and turned to Father as he remembered something. "Err, Father, what, um, time is it?"
The Archangels looked at Raguel in confusion.
"Late 5th century."
"Ah, got it, thank you." Raguel smiled again.
The Archangels were lost at this exchange, but understood that Father's all knowing, and understood the intent of Raguel's question.
"By your will, Father." Raziel bowed her head, and Raguel copied her.
Raziel suddenly raised her head in haste, giving Father a surprised look before turning and leaving. Gabriel had felt that Father than sent a telepathic message to her younger sister, but didn't dare peak into what it was.
"Father," Michael spoke after the two left. "I wish to ask for your knowledge... What is Raguel's role?" It was something that their Creator never elaborated upon. Michael hadn't asked for need of knowledge (If God didn't want to tell them, then they wouldn't dare question Him), but rather wanted to avoid confusion or have any of Archangel's Yoduties clash with Raguel's.
"You will understand his role as you come to observe him. His duty however, is something that will be carried out once the Great War is finally over."
With that grim reminder, God and His Archangels returned to their plans and next moves against the enemy factions.