Uriel

Uriel stood along the street post outside his parish. He loved to preach on the street corners and at least usher people to his church. He was sometimes met with mixed results which landed him in jail. He blended well with the drug addict and the alcoholics. Uriel walked inside and got ready for the day's events. He didn't preach on the weekend. He paused and spoke to consumers over lunch about their lives and turmoil. This was how it worked.

This Principality Lord presided over Art and Science. Uriel ministered to the world. His new body was black or Asian or somewhere in between and he was from 6^th heaven He posed as a black Italian. The archangel captain was -5 foot 10, 160 pounds. Uriel looked 24 years old. He was by far the best vaulter Michael had. He cautioned himself around humans as well as their troubles.  He had marbled eyes and brown skin. He had a long thin torso and spoke in a 70’s cool voice with the occasional tone of the Italian unless he forgot. Uriel woke in the battered body and straightened himself. He stood up right. Stardust flowed all over him, and he levitated in the sky like a figure skater, then still, then invisible. 

Uriel, the wonder counselor, was often addicted to a good time. He adored women but didn’t get along with them. He got lingering stares on the streets, which he often returned. He found humans interesting and sometimes teased the working women on the corner. He wrung his hands, grinned, and peeked around the corner. He was nervous near women and admired them more than he should. 

Uriel was a spiritual surgeon. He wanted to help others reach a clean slate. He wanted to be the human’s in the last hour and release them of their sins. He was motivated by the empty soul. He did not automatically trust if the human at being honest at the end or holding back. He could cleanse the soul and slice through the negative emotions and free the human. He was eager to help but could handle the flood of emotions at time that comes with his job.

Uriel could see into emotions the of humans, but sometimes the void of emotion pulled him into a trance. He was mistrustful and took his time before he acted. He often needed ordered from Michael before he did anything. He loved the streets and hated orders to go elsewhere. He had knowledge of the streets, spies, and informants everywhere.  Michael needed this. Uriel could get movement and information quicker. People trusted him and they easily talked to him. 

Uriel grew tired easily of his job and spent more time on the streets talking than doing. Uriel didn’t think one should work on Sunday, so he sat at home and put up his feet. He moved his principality cape near the other side of the bed.  It had a principality shield on it. He constantly thought of how others felt because he can feel their pain. He was wary of people who did not help others. He had emotional intelligence could read anyone with one look. He feared he would miss someone who was important.

Uriel grew tired of always being hassled by the cops and was wary of the police. He tried to calm the situation when other archangels got heated too easily. He had been hauled down to the station several times for resisting arrest by Sariel of all people. Sariel spoke to him like a cop would and told him to take it easy.

Uriel sometimes stayed at the church in his office, especially when he wanted time to breathe by himself away from his brothers. Also the streets were his task. He worked very hard. He had a place in the alleys amongst the people. The principality lord was one of seven brothers. He went to get ready for his weekly bingo game.  He liked people but is wary of them at the same time. He spoke to several of his parishioners as they walked inside. Uriel was light hearted and judgmental. He had heard so many stories about the humans over the eons.