The feeling of falling through the floor is familiar. It's still odd, but he retains his balance as he lands halfway across the world, in Anathema and Newt's new apartment in LA.
What isn't familiar is the panicked look on Anathema's face. His stomach drops like a large Avocado pit, but before he can say anything, the witch grabbed his hand and pulled him away, Newt trailing after the two. "No it isn't the apocalypse it isn't a new prophecy as far I can it's just there's a club outside our building and I looked out once and I saw Lucifer and another angel and a girl who wasn't an angel but had a weird aura and also a demon and a woman who had a weird aura I thought you'd want to know," she said breathlessly, nearly shoving his face into the window. "They all usually come out at the same time around now. There's always three humans around them, Newt thinks one's a kid," she held his face there with a hand before dropping it. "What do we do?"There's a lengthy pause. Then:
"We go see my brother,"
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FanfictionRaphael. A healer, a maker, the one who invented space and stars. A Seraphim who might have well been the angel of loyalty, so loyal and loving that he followed his own little brother downstairs and kept watch over, never really being fully a demon...