Ramiel

Ramiel The Cleaner

Ramiel wasn’t a cleaner because he was the worst lawyer. It was because he was the best the best killer. He was naturally deceitful. The ancient language of this lawyer was of course Latin, He moved his hand over the man and uttered something, from ages ago that would allow them to inhabit the body without possessing. This pushed the humans who had these bodies deep in the frontal lobe to the side of the mind in the realm of imagination. They would be safe there. When this was done they could use these bodies. Michael would allow him to proceed by keeping quiet. The archangel captain took the body of a Caucasian human male who was around thirty six. He had  bright yet deep blue eyes and was homeless. He stood and sparkled in the beige leather jacket, trousers, and white shirt the man wore. He had a small body type and was the smallest of the archangels.

The solicitor was and is his father’s lawyer. He interpreted and spoke law to all. He was educated in the royal library. He was known across all the realms as justice. He was a juvenile and public defender on earth. He was a, cleaner, cleaned up messes, and kept everything right and smooth. He loved justice and his work. He interpreted and upheld God’s law.

He didn’t want to even go near the dark objects whereever they were, but Michael needed something made out of the doll found in the girl’s house. Ramiel loved Michael and his Father more than anything else. He defended God’s law and was very intelligent. Ramiel stood and walked back down town. He went to his office in the first townhouse on the right. He made some calls trying to get the boy out of jail. Then he called Gabriel last.

Ramiel, the powers colonel ,was afraid of demotion, loss of class, rank, and status. His family members trusted yet did not trust him. He wanted and needed to be helpful but his ambition got in the way. Ramiel aspired to have Michael’s respect. The solicitor valued and believed in his father. He wanted his place, rank, yet easily wanted a normal life. He dreamed of being human with a wife and kids and this great secret was what Lucifer used against him.

Ramiel had mixed and up and down depression and it was at times as if bi polar. He understood and could feel it. He hated this part of emotions it was prevalent in the body that he inhabited. He could relate to humans that felt this but pulled away when this became real to him and those around him. Ramiel had a tendency to feel sorry for himself and all the loneliness that came with that. They were plagued with some emotions associated with the seven deadly sins because they inhabited human bodies this was their weakness.

Ramiel felt anger. He could at times channel dark angels because of this. He was fixated on being well behaved but slipped when no one was looking. He seemed calm but was mischievous and sneaky. He liked humans yet disliked humans. Ramiel snapped but could forget easily and show love especially when one least expected. He could be nasty, sharp, agreeable, bad, sour, and not trustworthy. Most either hated of loved him. He hated humans  to the point of envy and tried to stay at home in the castle so he did not have to socialize.  

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.

Sariel

Sariel's eye sight became narrow like a bird's. It could zero in on the belongings in the apartment. This was his best asset and the reason he was on the force.  Sariel never did anything that would bother his singing voice. It was still daylight yet around 5:00 pm in the evening. Sariel could hear the sounds of animals. He could follow them as quick as they moved with his lightening flash precision. He saw a bird out of the side of his eye. He could hear it but it moved faster than he could see it. The pile of leaves crunched and then fluttered. He moved his head again and saw it jump from the middle of the large trees and hid in the rest. He blasted the leaves gently with his X ray vision, with just enough of power to see the bird, but it knew he was there anyway.

Sariel listened as Uriel started telling the tale of how he found this  guy, who had just been run over. He fell like a rain drop beside the man on the side on the road and bounced over to his hand. He lit up the man’s body like a bolt of lightning. The man woke, with chest pain, and rolled to the other side of the road. He was still stunned. Uriel remembered everything in the man’s mind. He was young, and ran from police and trouble alike,but not too far gone that he couldn't be rehabilitated.

Sariel looked at Ramiel, who was the best at reading people, although he never used his talent. Ragule sat outside on the stoop looking hot and tired. He lost his keys and felt he was going to burst out of those clothes with his large muscular frame. He was not used to wearing suits. Ramiel took a lollipop from his pocket. He snatched the wrapper off and started to suck on it.

Sariel was transfixed. He saw a large eagle grace the blue skies above. He imagined he was back at his home, with the eagles and hawks at his command and wings on his shoulders. He could not communicate, but still had his usual way, song. Plus he had other gifts, of talking to all animals through his mind, which he never used until now. He was left with only this sense his voice was gone. It was large and coasted along the invisible barrier between the heavens that only they could see.

Sariel wandered like a man without a kingdom. His long stringy hair blew in the wind when angered, and nature was at his whim. He was used to the plains and fields. He had a unique place in and out of court. He was first in his master's choir a noble position. He roamed the land in day and night in flight. His eyes were brown, small, and beady. Without his voice he was lost in and around the humans. He had the intelligence of the wild and all of the animals in the world. 

Sariel was always quiet and more so alone. His attitude was sharp but he settled quickly. He had no energy for great displays. The gravity weakened him. He spent more time flying than the others. It was his natural state. Gravity played tricks on him. It crippled his mind and unsettled his gait. He was wary of those who would mistreat animals. 

He was spooked like a bird. He was more animal than the rest of them. His home was in the sky. Gravity had a strange effect on him. He felt as if he was pressed  to the ground. It was another weight on his shoulders. The other was to always appear just and self-righteous. Sariel was always quiet and looked as if he was hiding something. He trusted, talked too much, and otherwise followed people. The quiet were watched  and the blank looks in their eyes were not readable yet silent and leery. He was like a hawk man and knew the minds of the winged well.

The wind blew his hair and he could hear no other sound but that of his brethren miles away. He was not and never was ambitious, and thus was what threatened others as well.  If he closed his eyes he could see himself flying in the skies. He was easily irritated more times than not and could be calmed easily as well.

Michael

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.

 

Gabriel

Gabriel wore a medium length coat. He had bright blue eyes that looked like the brightest sea on earth. When angered his eyes glowed like the hottest star in the universe. Gabriel had a smooth and monotone voice coupled yet speaks in street slang. The messenger had a mole on his right cheek. He spoke in Hebrew. His shoulder length sandy blonde hair blew in the wind as he moved inside to escape the chill. He was an Emperor, an archangel, and a skilled commander in his father's corp.

He was a skilled psychologist, counselor in this time. He was disgusted at himself and couldn't even tell one from a Nephilim. Gabriel’s tracking skills are the best in the universe, but sometimes the forsake him.  The archangels wound up with the wrong message or on the wrong trail because his signals were interrupted. The signals he got were confused and he could not read them. Gabriel spent eons in the dessert searching false trails. He was easily fooled because of his human like sensitivity. Gabriel searched for the watchers, the Nephilim and other hybrids for many years. He searched for hybrids of the fallen.

          Gabriel knew the drug culture very well. He listened to them as they described it. They just wanted away from the pain. He looked into their eyes. His blues eyes searched theirs and he could understand. In part humans seemed to have a drab existence. Part of him pitied them. They were mortal and had only their father to look forward too. Sure they were free, but stuck here in purgatory, not free to roam across the worlds in many existence.

      Gabriel’s own psychology was complex. He stood for nothing about but went along with what others want. Gabriel was motivated by human beings. His inner need was to help people. The messenger’s weakness and the same passions of humanity. Gabriel sometimes lost his direction. He battled earthly temptation more times than not. His inner need is to help people. He has weakness and the same passions of humanity. He sometimes loses his direction. He often had visons of dead in the past, but it terrified him.

Gabriel second guessed himself and needed Michael's approval more time than not. He loved himself, he was addicted to the mirror and his appearance. He was inhibited his feelings. He had street smarts and ways of the world. He was meticulous with it. Negotiating and messages went hand in hand. Archangels did not usually need sleep, and he could easily fly from one side of the world to another at night. Gabriel was calm and measured his emotion well.

Gabriel  was claustrophobic and needed time outside. Gabriel believed in self-help and self-empowerment. He spoke of this when he coached people. He loved to be with people and could live a life with them most of the time. He often felt he had to compete with his brothers for no reason other than his own insecurity. He misses his home and would like to be back there. The archangel appeared to be calm, he tempers his uneasiness well. He hated when it took a long time before the plan was executed.

Raphael

Raphael cared too much and was sometimes distance. He loved love. He hid himself but it was always difficult. When faced with life or death he always chose life unless ordered otherwise. Being a doctor was his only salvation. He loved it even when he had to do the worst in the name of medicine. Being Michael's second was his worst. The doctor was always elegant and loved to flirt. 

He was obedient and without ambition. He had everything he always wanted. He was a slave to life and love. His feelings betrayed him more times than not. The doctor stumbled and interrupted when his nerves got the best of him. He was high born but tried not to show it, he tried to blend with everyone, but did not succeed the way Michael did. 

The archangel commander hated managing others. He was afraid he did not fit it, they would accept him as a manager in his rightful place. He imagined earth and was glad to be back there. They and he were usually all alone. To be together with all the seven was rare and strange. He was haughty yet calm and always well spoken. He was lovely was as devoted as Michael to any person or cause.

Then Raphael had trouble moving his hands. He had never had this trouble or task before. The guy he found was an attractive ladies man yet a scoundrel. It was difficult to turn him into a respected Doctor. But Raphael could do it. He had been born a noble and always being an archangel. Every stride was well placed and every motion well thought. He was beauty in sight, deeds, and thought. He stayed up all night learning, flexed his fingers it was pain full like arthritis.