The Four Archangels and all the Angels are only on Earth for one week, making a small settlement in the woods not far from Heaven's entrance, before Michael feels something calling him from Heaven. He decides to go see what's going on back home and searches for God, but doesn't find or feel Him. Something else is still lingering in Heaven and Michael tries to find the source, being lured to God's office. He finds that the space has been transformed into a lavender and rosy-pink nursery, but the source of the feeling is coming from the bassinet in the center of the room. Under the diaphanous canopy, he's struck with awe upon seeing a female Putto with blonde hair and beautiful azure eyes waiting for him. She stared up at him for a moment, then giggled and reached out for him. He could see two tiny teeth in her mouth and her feet were joyously kicking from underneath a starry blanket decorated with constellations or zodiac signs.
"Why are you here?" He wondered out loud as he placed his finger into the young Ange's grasp. The Cupids were on Earth with the Angels and his brothers, so none of them could have made a Putto. The Cupids were commanded to stop making Putto and help the Humans fall in love ages ago, but since they all walked out of Heaven, the Cupids were still on their mission to help the Humans. He wondered how this being could have been made if no one was around to create her.
"Father." He said aloud, the pieces falling into place.
After all His children abandoned their home for the sake of family, God must have created this Putto as a sign of His parting...
Or...could this be His way of bringing a new Light to balance the universe in His absence? There cannot be an imbalance within the universe and God would not abandon all His work just to let it crumble to dust. He left this child in Heaven for a reason, perhaps to lure His children back to their home because they did not belong on Earth with the Humans. They haven't been settled on the planet long, but Michael preferred Heaven to Earth. This new world was unfamiliar and uninteresting, something for the Humans.
Michael decides that it would be better to have more minds thinking on the matter and wanted to discuss God's absence with his brothers to try to make sense of it. He summoned them with his Grace and gently picked up the Putto from her crib, holding her at about arm's length to get a good look at her. She was very adorable and seemed innocent, but he did not understand the meaning for her creation, why she was here or what he was to do with her.
With a peculiar stare, Michael carried the Putto to Heaven's Gates and felt the presence of his brothers as he got closer. The remaining Archangels were having a discussion, but they all fell silent and were staring at Michael as he approached with the infantile Angel.
"What is that thing?" Raphael asked when he felt his eldest brother approaching, bringing all their attention to the small Angel in Michael's arms.
"It's called an infant or baby." Gabriel answered with a smile before he began thinking, scanning the small child with his divine abilities. "But she's not Human, so looks like we found Heaven's Last Putto."
"Why are you holding her like she stinks?" Lucifer questioned with a smile before becoming serious. "Wait, does she stink?"
"Why would she stink?" Michael asked.
"These things excrete on themselves, you know. They don't have much of another choice until someone teaches them." With a grunt of displeasure, Michael delicately sat the young Angel on the puffy ground and almost immediately, the Putto began entertaining herself by playing with the tufts of clouds. "I said, 'excrete' not 'explode' and is there any reason why you created a Putto? It's been eons since one's been in Heaven."
"I didn't create her. She was here when I got here, nothing else."
"She's an orphan." Gabe theorized as he watched the young Angel crawl over to Lucifer and use his legs to help her stand on her own feet. She took a few wobbly steps towards Raph, then went full speed towards Michael, who, thankfully, reacted and caught her. "Why would He leave her in Heaven alone?"
"To bring us back home." Lucifer answered.
"But what if she wasn't enough to bring us back?" Michael shrugged at that question, unknowing. What he did know was that they could sit there and play the Why game about God's motives until the end of time because the only being who would understand why God did the things He did was God himself.
"We don't belong on Earth and it has never been our home." Raphael surmised. "Heaven is where we belong and it's a place for all of us. I don't know why He left exactly, but it seems our collective extraction got His attention."
"So he made us a baby sister to take care of instead of plunging the Earth into Armageddon for the entire populace of Heaven rebelling and abandoning our home?" Again, Michael shrugged at his younger brother's question, but it seemed as if that's the boat they were currently settled in: taking care of this infant Angel and returning to Heaven to keep the lights on.
Michael didn't voice it, but he was glad to have a reason to return to their home because Earth was not the place for them to reside; it was something specifically made for the Humans to populate and understand. He came out of his thoughts upon feeling some weight on his legs and found the young Putto using him to stand on her own feet. She looked up at him and smiled, then looked at Gabriel and stared at his wings. She let out a squeal of joy, then took her first few tiny steps away from Michael. Once she realized she had walking mastered, she quickly tottered behind him and smashed her face into his lower set of wings. Laughing, Gabriel sat down with the child in his lap and wrapped themselves in his wings like a tent. The child was in awe as she looked around at his gilded wings and began petting the ones she could reach.
Gabe poked his head out of his wings to address his brothers, "It's official! She loves me, so we're keeping her!"
"She's not a pet, Gabriel." Lucier reminded with a smile. "We have to raise her correctly and ensure she knows what she is and what her purpose is. She must be perfect."
"What is her purpose?" Michael asked and Lucifer thought for a moment, going over to the feather-dome to reach in and grab the child. He held her out at arm's length and the girl was excitedly kicking as she reached out for him, a darling smile on her face that made Lucifer's heart melt.
"It doesn't matter, so long as she's happy." He decided before bringing the child in for a hug.
"And her first lesson will be how to fly." Lucifer declared as he tossed the child a few feet in the air, much to her delight because she was giggling up a storm. Each time she came back into his hands, he spread his wings out until they were completely unfurled, then began flapping them. He watched her expression fall to watch his saintly white wings move, so he stopped throwing her to let her get an eyeful, sitting her down again. "Can you use your wings, little one? Do you have them?"
The girl's response was to wiggle her back and the motion made Lucifer and his brothers laugh, but she didn't take flight, so Lucifer went to her and put his hand under the back of her dress to feel around for tiny wings, but felt nothing. If she didn't have wings or Grace, could she be considered a Putto? He remembered having his wings when he was her age, but the girl was not and confusion washed over Lucifer as he tried to understand just what kind of being their Father left for them.
"She needs a name." Gabriel announced. "My vote is for Angharad. Raphael, what do you think we should name our baby sister?"
"I like Fiona." He smiled. "What about you, Lucifer?"
"I like Fiona as well, but not as much as Mona." The second Archangel purposely said the name in a sing-song voice to get the child's attention, but it failed and he smiled in defeat before turning to his big brother. "Michael?"
The eldest Archangel looked at the child and she seemed to be waiting for him to make eye contact with her because she smiled at him when he did and began a steady run towards him without wobbling at all. She hugged his legs and he picked her up and held her up to his face, smiling at his little sister in all her innocence.
"Aziza." He said and kissed the child on the nose, making her giggle and she clapped her hands.