Log, Essentially Complete but for a few finishing bits.

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When; The morning of the 6th
Rating; PG13, because otherwise Lucifer go crezzeh.
Characters; Uriel malkuthmalakh and Alexiel againstgod. Then later anyone who wants to stick their oar in (probably the usual gang).
Summary; ON LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE: Rosiel's sale of Uriel to Jack Sparrow seems to have had some rather unhappy consequences, because it meant he had to spend a reasonable amount of time talking to Jan Valentine and Agent Sands, which is enough to send anyone la vida batshit loca. A great deal of pent up frustration finally explodes out of Uriel and brings on a fit of Avenging Rage, manifesting in the appearance of his mask (the thing into which he puts all his anger and rage for when he needs it to punish the wicked, in case you don't know Angel Sanctuary) and a huge ass thunderstorm. Matters were made worse by the arrival of the Kraken at building eight, which caused him to throw a massive shitfit and hurl lightning bolts at the poor, harmless, innocent squidly, and probably catching Ranmaru in the crossfire at some point. He is perching on the crow's nest of the Black Swann, glaring into the turbulent ocean when Alexiel arrives to try and calm him down. Ooh, wasn't that a long summary. Sorry about that.

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He would punish them all. He could feel their sins, all around him. The city was riddled with sin, rank with it, begging him to cast the mortals into eternal damnation. Fools and traitors and guilt, guilt anger hate EVERYWHERE DRIVING HIM MAD. He should cleanse them all. Raze their souls to the ground with cleansing fire, with the Holy Light of El.

No. No more God. God was dead. Death had deserted him here. There was only justice, and he, the hand of justice. He would begin with the blind one. He could feel his soul from here, a mean little soul full of selfishness and arrogance, on the ship below, with the cowering one Rosiel had sold him to... He would...

He looked up and saw her, radiant and resplendent, and his eyes were filled with the light...

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Alexiel did not mind the rain and the floor. There were rare occasions she could enjoy the water dripping over her head in the City. It was natural to rain, so the water would return to the soil and moist the flowers. It puzzled her it did not happen very often.

The storm had become unusually violent with Uriel’s awoken wrath. She had to put an end to that fit before the fool hurt his friends and himself.

Clasped with a brown cloak, quite modest to not attract attention, Alexiel spread her wings to fly into the building, going through it as if her body was made of light – a radiance that pierced into the bleak darkness until she reached the ragging sky of the beach.

She stopped her flight a few meters away from Uriel, hair and face concealed by the cloak, protected of the merciless rain, with Nanatsusaya sheathed in case she would need it to beat sense into the Earth Guardian. Pulling down her cloth, she said impassibly:

“Uriel. That's enough.”

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Uriel slowly raised his head to look at Alexiel out through the mask and stared. Even now, in his rage, he saw that she was beautiful, resplendent and spectacular. She bore the many-bladed sword, and it reminded him of seeing her in battle, the avenging goddess he remembered so well.

"I knew you would come." He said. "Enough. Lucifer would not hold back from this, why did you not bring him? Will we not then cleanse this City of Sin as we did in the great old days before time? As we did to Sodom and Gomorrah. It is rife, and ripe for destruction!"

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Alexiel shook her head lightly, still floating above him. A halo started to emit out her body, a radiance that dried her and stopped the rain from touching her. She flew closer, extending her arm to him, offering Uriel no harm.

“Lucifer is not here. This sword is soulless, Guardian of Earth, Angel of Death,” commented Alexiel, “I have come to talk with you, not to aid you in retribution.” She motioned to the beach, sweeping the water to leave them a spot to land. “Come down with me, Uriel.”

She had no intention to retake her duties as the Angel of Retribution - the executer of the judge’s sentence.

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The wind whipped around them, catching up his black hair in a tangle of night-strands. In any state of being, Uriel would listen to Alexiel. The mask had no power over love, could not prevent him from loving her and from wanting to do what would make her happy. He took her hand, and the two of them sank to the beach. Once his feet touched the earth again, he looked her in the eyes.

"You will not aid me, then? Very well. Talk as you wish, and then I will act alone, as ever. But you will not dissuade me."

His voice was like the tolling of a dark and terrible bell, and his eyes were the grey of an angry sea, looking to swallow ships whole.

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Alexiel assented serenely, with her face covered the emotionless mask that was invisible unlike Uriel’s own. Closing her eyes briefly, she made the air warmer, gentler around them.

“Hold your judgment, Uriel, for many innocents will be trapped in your thirst of vengeance,” Alexiel advised softly, pointing with her free hand to the sand beneath them. The soil shifted, turning into fertile earth that soon was covered with green grass and white blossoms. It was taxing to modify the City, even so little for such short time but the Organic Angel did it, anyway. “Will they endure your anger as well?” she questioned, offering him a seed. “Will you harm with your sharp scythe the seeds of precious lives to quench your urge?”

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Uriel's eyes followed Alexiel's hand to the blooming sand, and deep within his soul, something else blossomed back into life, and sank deep roots into his mind, drawing out the poisonous rage.

He took the seed, and felt the tiny life inside it, pausing, not alive yet, but so full of potential. So fragile, so beautiful, and he remembered the garden and the trees, and the life blood pulsing in the earth.

He put a hand to his face, and sank to his knees before the green things, overwhelmed with shame and sadness. The mask shattered, and fell from his face, the shards vanishing into thin air.

"No..." He muttered, in Enochian, the language that only he and she there understood. "I cannot. I could never harm them. Forgive me, little ones. I have been weak again." He covered his face with both hands and bowed his head.

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Alexiel bent over to caress his dark hair and remove it out his face. She was silent first to listen to his words filled with shame and grief. Quiet she allowed him mourn for the first minutes until she moved from contact, inclining further to pick up the shattered mask.

“No, Uriel, you were just human…” she trailed off amusingly, extending her hand to give Uriel the pieced mask. “You can no longer pretend your anger doesn’t exist. It’s unhealthy for you and everything you love. You feel fury as well. Try to seek a better way to express it.”

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Uriel looked at the remaining unvanished pieces in his hand and crushed them. Then he cast them down onto the beach angrily. "I do not know how. I have been without fury and anger too long. But I will learn. I will remember this feeling, for I have been foolish. There is no more need for that thing for there is no more El to command me to punish. I will learn to be angry. I must change in many ways for this place." He stood up and faced her. "Forgive me. It must vex you to be forced to deal with me so often.."

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Alexiel smiled when she saw Uriel’s angry action with his mask. She straightened her posture and gestured to the shattered item. “You are learning,” she said, proudly. “You will continue learning. It’s difficult to adapt, I know that very well. To be without El, to be free; it’s almost a frightening concept.”

She leaped and spread her wings, floating above Uriel. “Save your apologies. You did not wrong me, Uriel. Your ‘Master’ must be looking for you.”

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Uriel nodded. "I feel him. I felt him before, when I was angry, cowering beneath his bed." Uriel, of course, never smiled, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed amusement. "Rosiel's selling me is teaching me many new things. In a painful fashion, undoubtedly, but still. I am glad that he did."