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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[one-of-heaven.livejournal.com]

A wavering step, then another. And then a stagger of sorts, spawn of a precarious balance. These legs don't serve - flesh rarely does.

He had wasted himself in the Cathedral far too long, always reclined, in prayer or in waiting. Uriel's first signs of madness had found him in early sleep, but Rosiel greeted the Oathbreaker's lightning with a hand clutched tightly on the rosaries and some inkling of dread.

Never of Uriel, easily defeated by Rosiel's Other Face, but of the mask, such an instrument and a master, enslaving angels to its liking and seldom one to be defied. An aberration of the Creator's designs.

"I shall have a humanling sent to you." The nod of acknowledgment was for Alexiel, first, and then Uriel. "Your hair's a fright and whatever darling wicked thing you've been doing has you obnoxiously pale. You've cuts, no doubt. Someone will have to see to them."

By no means an apology, but the mask's insanity - so close to Rosiel's own - had a gift of riling him and inviting caution.

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Uriel inclined his head politely towards Rosiel.

"Hail, o Rosiel. I will recover from my wounds, do not fear. You have left your abode to see us? It is an honour."

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"A necessity, Uriel." A pretty smile of odds, a smile from the most vicariously beautiful of angels. "You've been most vile, you know. Scaring the rats like that and not offing a soul - hmmm. Has one pining for the good days of efficiency..."

Fingers cold, perhaps in some warning that this wasn't his place - but he stayed a hand all the same on Uriel's hair, frown idle, swatting a lost sliver of feather and leaves - likely from the storm. "If you'd killed them, that would have accounted for something. Now you're just...soiled."

[againstgod.livejournal.com]

Alexiel was on guard when Rosiel joined them: for the sake of Jack and his human crew, for the sake of her own brother’s vanishing goodness. She stepped forward, trying to break his grasp on poor Uriel.

It hurt her to see Rosiel bloodthirsty for pain and devastation, heartless like the worse of the demons. “Dear brother,” she addressed soothingly, taking his hand with her warm, long fingers. “Isn’t the Kraken a more impressive offering than a pair of mortal souls?”

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"Yes." Uriel nodded. "It is a mighty beast."

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The fingers lingered only barely on Uriel's skin, claws nearly drawing blood as Alexiel's hand slithered to remove them. Paranoia made him weary - and melancholy led to anger.

"You're suspicious, Alexiel." He let the hand fall heavy and within his sister's doings. "Overly suspicious." I meant no ill will for your underworld puppet just this once, he meant to say, but left it as was.

"I'll see your kraken when it suits me." The glance eased onto Uriel's face anew. That mask... "I've already seen your kicked little pup."

[againstgod.livejournal.com]

Alexiel loosened her grip on Rosiel’s hand, releasing him softly. What was in Rosiel’s gaze made her pause, it was sadness, fear and understanding. She had misunderstood his intentions.

“Forgive me, Rosiel. I thought Uriel needed no burdens after the episode,” she apologized, giving her brother a thoughtful look.