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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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."