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On recent plots and a great Revel

Mundane.

I believe the word you are looking for "unimpressed". Not "disappoint".

Amusing, what petty little thing all of you are, what cruelty to visit upon even fictional beings, how you seem determined to prove Lucifer had a point about you - though given your feelings I suppose you wouldn't see that as a bad thing.

No, finding out where my Father has been hiding of late does not fall into the "pros" side of the list. There really was not much of a benefit to your plotting, other than to induce trauma.

That goes for you and your cohorts but they are not within my ability to speak to. Do try to allow us for a calm passing of winter, as you keep pleading for your own life.

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[Sipping her glass of wine, legs crossed. However, unlike him, she's wearing jeans and a t-shirt, her black hair back in a pony tail.]

Problems, little brother?

[Nope, he's still in his suit. He even went Cosmic Bowling with Michael wearing it.

And pardon but what are you?]

I don't believe we've met.

[She leans back in her chair, allowing her power to leech around her, and cocoon her. There's an almost impression of indigo wings in the power, but nothing manifests. She sips her wine again.]

Unknown to you, little one, but, well, I've known others. My name is Lily... sort of.

[There's little older than him. She's not one of his brothers, those he's sure no matter the incarnation he would know.

She's not Leviathans, which is only slightly reassuring.

So he just watches.]

Lily.

[She inclines her head, every inch the queen, the ruler, the elder. She knows she doesn't have Angelic Grace the way the brothers do, because that was not the way she was Created. But she has her own unique powers and ways of displaying them.]

Indeed, Raphael.

[Between the Leviathans and Eve he's had enough of power he doesn't understand and can't push aside. He's content to ignore her mostly.]

Fine.

Would you care for a glass of wine? Brandy?

[She turns and presents crystal carafes of apple brandy, apple wine, pomegranate wine and of course, grape wine.]

No, no thank you.

Suit yourself.

[She pours herself a glass of pomegranate wine.]

So, what is the problem?

There needs to be an explanation?

[Beyond 'Father disappeared for a couple thousand years'?]

Well, you said Father had been hiding. As He has never done that to us, I need further explanation. It is a situation I am unfamiliar with.

[And usually Luke gets her into all sorts of shenanigans.]

Father has ever been available to us, at least in my world.

Well aren't you special.

[It's not quite snarled, not sarcastic. It's just sharp, ringing.]

God abandoned Heaven. We sought Him out, we pleaded with Him to return.

And we've just now found out where He has been hiding, for the last thirty years.

[How utterly betrayed he feels is something he still hasn't proceeded.]

[She almost spits out her wine. Her golden eyes widen just the tiniest bit as she stares at the young archangel.]

Abandoned?

[The word's incredulous. She can't quite wrap her head around it.]

But even when Lucifer meddled and created demons, all he had to do was ask and Father appeared and offered a hand. There... I cannot fathom a Father who would abandon His sons so cruelly.

[Raphael's jaw tightens, muscle under his chin drawing tight, lips pressed in a thin line, the muscles around his eyes tightening but brows lifting and knitting, leaving his eyes a bit wide.]

Lucifer He locked away, Caged. Later, He left Heaven, refused to speak to any of us, save Joshua and even then...

He left us with nothing. A universe to run, no Orders as how to do so...

Something Godless.

[His voice almost snaps, like a thread pulled too taunt.]

And He was hiding as a prophet, under our noses, and He stood by. Watched...

Did nothing.

[She wants to hug him. As Lilith, as the Mother of the Triad, it's an almost physical need. However, he's not her Raphael. She doubts he would understand their rule of 'the boobies fix everything'.]

Caged? I cannot imagine my husband caged.

[Well, except that one time, but that was completely separate.]

Our Father abandoned the Throne Room, but that was because Lucifer's face print was on the steps.

[She looks at him, golden eyes soft, sad, caring.]

Your Father sounds unnecessarily cruel, as humans often accuse Him of being.

[Raphael's likely to respond with violence at being touched, not that certain people couldn't work that into something useful. But strangers aren't one of them.

Though he does focus on the 'my husband' part.]

Lilith?

[Ok, that gets a headtilt out of him.

But...]

He's still my Father.

[It's a slight warning - she's not someone who is allowed to be critical of God.]

[She looks up at him, golden eyes flashing beneath thick indigo lashes. That flare of power outlines her once more. No, she's not an archangel, nor an angel. She was Created to be something Different, and she has tried to surpass all of Father's expectations and desires.

She inclines her head just slightly.]

I am Lilith, wife to Lucifer, Mother of the Triad, and the first Female Created by Father.

[She leaves the rest alone, heeding the warning.]

That is not what happened in my world.

[He's not able to understand what he's feeling, and so more likely to lash out first and figure it out later, if ever.]

I am familiar with other mythos, and that there are alternate universes out there. My son has traveled to several through his many adventures.

[she sips her wine and headtilts at him.]

What happened?

Lilith was the first woman God created. And Lucifer, deciding to take his jealousy of humanity out on someone, chose her. And tortured her until there was nothing left of the humanity that once resided in her.

[Hence the Cage.]

[Headtilt.]

Cain.

[The name is whispered and sad.]

He did that, in our world, with Cain. He was not sure how far to go, and Lucifer is ever given to excess. It was with Cain that he created demons, and incurred Father's wrath.

[And his faceprint on the steps before the Throne.]

But did he mean to cause harm?

[Because his completely did.]

No. Of all the angels, beyond yourself, Lucifer is the gentlest. But he is also the most curious, the one who wishes to continue pressing until he finds the line and stretches it almost to the breaking point.

Sometimes, that line breaks, and he must be reminded.

[Usually by her unless Father feels the need to step in.]

But no. He meant no harm. And he regrets. Even now, he regrets.

Mine did. And if allowed, he would do so again. And again.

[He doesn't know, doesn't understand, what flipped in Lucifer to make his compassion shift to cruelty.]

But he says that he is what he is because God wanted him to be.

[He doesn't know if he believes that. But he also understands the logic.]

We are all as Father wants us to be. Even those amongst us are cruel and lost. He Created us and chose how to make us unique and great in our own rights.

[It's a fundamental understanding that she has of their Father.]

And even with Michael's temper, or Lucifer's pride, or Gabriel's absentminded cruelty, Raphael's unmeaning willful ignorance - my Raphael, not you - we are as we were meant to be.

What's the difference? Either between unimpressed and disappoint?

To be disappointed I would have to have had higher expectations.

No wouldn't, you can have the same level of expectations, and still use both words.

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