Razael

Razael tends to be the sort of angel to question things, whether he should or not. Why should he be so cruel to inhospitable people when there were much worse angels working by his side? Why should he jump at the bit to go out and fight the forces of "evil" when he could see some rather decent folk standing on the other side? Why were angels "good" and demons "bad" when, in his humble opinion, some might just see their own actions as abhorrent if ever put as the work of others? For better or for worse, the archangel is the type to ask questions.

With a tendency to ask questions comes the consequences of those answers, for better or for worse. Sometimes, there's a thrill when he learns something new about one of his fellows. He seems to cherish the little things he picks up about his kin, after all, stowed away for a rainy day when fiery tempers flare against him. Oftentimes, he'll simply take note of the little snippet of information, hoping it'll lead to something juicy for later. Perhaps the drama with his human neighbors would lead to divine intervention! He'd be sure to keep some sweets stowed away for such an occasion. Rarely, however, he finds a different kind of secret. Something that reminds him, with every word he hears, that some questions may be best left unspoken. Keeping secrets can be a heavy burden to bear, and every now and then, he's reminded of just how great that weight is when held for thousands of years.

He's a bit of a busy bee, in his own right. Some may call it avoidance, but Razael simply calls it his hobby. If he isn't baking, or setting up molds for sweets, he's getting ingredients, working on puzzle books, or off on some adventure to retrieve another candy recipe. Once, his ilk wondered if he ever slept at all. Nowadays, they joke he's making up for lost time. Razael doesn't seem to mind it much, keeping his focus on his hobby and leaving most of his work as an archangel to those he's taken under his wing. On the outside, it almost seems like the jeers from his peers roll off his back like water off the feathers of a duck. Those closest to him know he's good at putting on a smile that could convince God he couldn't be happier.

Razael's surprisingly gentle for an archangel. His lot, while known for their strength, often forget he's even one of them. He hardly ever draws his own weapon, a weathered quarterstaff, on those who threaten him, and often tries to talk others down with kind words of understanding and a complimentary sweet or two. He attracts pets like a moth to a flame, and is often the first to grab the first aid kit when a customer has a bad reaction to one of his own fluffy friends. Most of his pets over the years were either rescues or their descendants, and his affection for his not-so-little found family shows with each and every interaction with them. It's no wonder most see him as an older gentle soul when they see him cradling a purring bundle of fur with a cup of cocoa by his side.

"Ah, hello there, dear! Give me a tick to get some cocoa, and I'll be right with you!

I hear you're taking a record on us and our stories. Is that correct? Oh, don't be afraid, dear. Hah, that old saying still holds water, then. Unintentional, I swear. I promise, dear, I won't bite. Diablo might, though. Now, where were we? Oh, right! So, where do you want to start, dear? Just a little bit about myself, perhaps? I'd go into my past, but... well, a handful of millennia can be difficult to summarize for one book.

The start? Well, that couldn't hurt. I mean, I think all of us arches would have some twist on it. For me, it was... odd, I guess. I just was, in this little cloud-padded room, trying to figure out what I was with three other arches. Took in the fact we all had four wings with fluffy tails, and... well, the other bare bones basics. You know, same amount of little bits and bobs on our faces and attached to our arms and legs. She was there too, mind you. Watching over us all as we found ourselves, at least as best we could while in what became Henzil. I mostly remember Chamuel wondering why the sky was so dark, and where the rest of the light was. I think that's where the notion for stars came from, actually. I also remember just how disappointed Michael and Samael were with me. Not without reason, mind you. I got a bit tetchy with them all about that time. I even told Her off, at one point. She eventually let us out to meet the other arches with our names and titles, but I do wonder if we were let out sooner because I was so fussy with her.

I'm a bit different, nowadays. Wouldn't make sense if I wasn't, with how long it's been since then. Things happened, I found a passion in baking and making sweets of all sorts, and even found love in a surprising place! Well, surprising at the time, at least. I fell for my dearest husband before the whole arch-lesser relationship bit was cleared by Her, after all. I try to not be as... well, persnickety as I was when I was first made. Have to have some patience when it comes to the cats, as well as our lovely pet birds. I've had thousands of years to get used to living with others, as well, so I know very well things can't quite go my way every single time. As for my job as an archangel, well, I guess you can say some people really are a tad more open about their troubles when you hand them a cupcake and a shoulder to lean on. Not going to say anymore than that, mind. Can't be a secret if everyone knows it.

I'd sit a bit longer with you, dear, but I do believe the wednesday service has come to an end, and there are quite a few families who enjoy rewarding good behavior with a sweet or two. Need to prepare for the rush and all. Feel free to stay a while, rest your feet, and enjor that cocoa before it grows cold! And if you spot Revere, or one of the other cats, feel free to give them a little scritch behind the ears. Might just make a new friend that way."