Ragule

      Ragule  landed two alleys down from the palace. The only body he could find was this one. He was muscled and extremely large. His large shoulders were built to carry the throne. He was at least seven foot tall and towered over Michael. He had brown to red hair with a crew cut, with eyes that were the color blue, and as transparent as ice. He was a noble emperor of the Giants, and he could settle them with one whisper from the palace as he served his father.

Ragule was large and jolly. He was a giant amongst men yet unseen. He loved food. He was intimidated by high rank and well born. He had the intelligence of the streets. Eating was his habit and his love. Ragule smiled, and betrayed his like or disgust with his facial expressions or his brow. He could be learn as well as teach at the same time. 

Ragule was wayward and gullible to the point of clumsiness. He hated being the only one who cared enough to follow orders. Yet he was the only one who followed them. Sure Raphael and Gabriel, and Uriel followed orders. The fallen were always wayward. Yet Ragule, Sariel, And Ramiel were given leniency because Michael favored them and knew how they were.

            Ragule wasn't superstitious. He was ambitious. He loved to cook as much as he loved to eat. He would spend time in the kitchen learning about food and inhaling the treats and using his taste buds. This body knew about good food. This man was well fed and he wasn't about to disappoint. He was a guard in the palace. He dreamed all his life to be on earth and now he was here. He was hearty yet jittery.

         Ragule’s voice was deep, but held innocence and naivety. He was the kindest of the archangels. Yet weary and skeptical of others. He was a commander and noble like the rest. He was a throne. He carried and served their father like none other. He was one of only six thrones. He was more times than not happy. He would chuckle and laugh at the end of each sentence. He valued loyalty and family. It had been a long day. These bodies tired so easily and he as well unless he was in his other form, a star that lasted forever, like a human life but years beyond until it died. He dropped his 350 pounds in the chair closest to the door.  He was hungry. Then he stood and took off the coat to his suit and threw it in the chair was he walked to the kitchen.

 The Palace Guard

         The place guard was a difficult job. But Ragule knew the palace unlike any other. In fact he often disappeared and reappeared in seconds.  Still this wasn't good enough for some. He treated the memory like a waking nightmare as he looked into the fire. Still he did his best at his job to guard the palace even if it wasn't good enough for some. He pushed back in the chair and cupped the bottom of his beard.

        Ragule was appointed security in most times for most causes. He knew defenses. Michael trusted his council, he had too. Ragule cased the museum from across the street. If Michael told him to stay he told him to stay. It was like being on a stakeout all of the time. His superiors gave him the same beat as Diana's father. Pretending to be snooping for Michael and the department was difficult for the smoothest person in the most difficult circumstances, but he was not smooth. Maybe this would be easy for Uriel, Gabriel, and Raphael. They were beyond reproach but could cover their lies better. Nevertheless he loved being a human. He could drive his car, to the scene breathe, and take things slow. This body had its limitations but it made life even slower, there was no need to catapult into the sky and speed to the other side of the world in a split second, this too tiresome. Unless he was to save the day. He could do enough solving with his detective work right here on earth. 

        Ragule’s body was composed of stardust, this guy was large, and he was always hungry. Ragule rolled up his sleeves pulled up his pants, and went to inside the local pastry shop in front of the museum. He ate his donut and narrowed in with his X-ray vision.  He looked like a middle aged man in the mirror, and in this suit. He looked as if he had been wearing it all day and it was just the morning. These humans had low energy in the palace he could do four jobs with no problems. Stardust and gravity did mix but this man’s weight was no help.