For the archangels (except maybe Lucifer because I'm not sure if he's in the ebst place to answer questions right now): I'm not sure if my timeline is completely off, but when you were all fledglings, Amara was still around, right? Or at least for a few of you (I'm sure Chuck didn't give the mark to fledgling!Lucifer). So, my question is, for those of you who remember, did she play any kind of role in your upbringing? Or did she stay away from all of you?
“Auntie Amara? Helping with our upbringing?” Gabriel giggles. It’s a high, uncontrolled sound with hints of hysteria.
“Ignore him, friend. He was too young to remember the earliest days.” Raphael shakes his head, and fondly pats his younger brother on the shoulder. “No, our Father kept us hidden from His Sister while we were still too young to fight. She had consumed every one of His creations, so He fled Her presence–not an easy feat for the source of all Light in existence.”
“Do you think Dad had to, like, wear a ski mask or something?” Gabriel asks, still laughing. “And what about Luci? I mean, he was the Morningstar! The brightest of us all! Did Dad roll him in mud until the Lightbringer learned to control his light-bringing?”
Please tell Gabriel that he is an idiot, Michael whispers from Heaven.
“Michael says you’re an idiot,” Raphael relays with a small smile.
Gabriel wipes the tears from his face and scowls at the sky. “I can hear you, Mickey! And it’s a legit question. People want to know–how do you hide the two brightest beings ever to exist from the Darkness?”
They both hear their oldest brother’s long-suffering sigh. Father is the Creator of all things, Gabriel. Where do you think you learned to create pocket-universes? Or did you think you invented the concept yourself?
Gabriel raises his middle finger toward Heaven. “Oh, quit being so literal! I know how Dad kept us hidden–I was joking, you humorless old–”
Raphael’s wing flared out, smacking Gabriel in the face and knocking him onto his ass. He stares down into the Messenger’s surprised eyes. “If you think you are young enough to call Michael ‘old,’ then you are young enough for me to put down for a nap.”
Michael’s laughter rolls like thunder through the sky.