Gabriel had woken early that morning and after a flight, had sat on the roof and watched the sun rise, remembering a cross and a hill a long time ago. Then he had murmured a prayer in Aramaic, feeling the bright glow of the Presence within him, before returning inside.
He would normally have invited Michael, but - No.
He paused at the entrance of the ballroom, blinking. When he had suggested other religions be taken into account, he had meant not flaunting crucifixes everywhere, and perhaps tasteful flower arrangements and a rabbit statuette.
"Hello, Aziraphael," he greeted the Principality, smoothing down his white and blue robes and adjusting the Horn hanging from the large embroidered belt. "Happy Easter. Did Walt Disney throw up in here? I hope the rabbits aren't going to come alive and break into song."
He'd spent a rather horrified, yet fascinated, evening in the rec room about a week ago, after figuring out how to work the DVD player. Fairy tales had never been brighter, it seemed.
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He would normally have invited Michael, but - No.
He paused at the entrance of the ballroom, blinking. When he had suggested other religions be taken into account, he had meant not flaunting crucifixes everywhere, and perhaps tasteful flower arrangements and a rabbit statuette.
"Hello, Aziraphael," he greeted the Principality, smoothing down his white and blue robes and adjusting the Horn hanging from the large embroidered belt. "Happy Easter. Did Walt Disney throw up in here? I hope the rabbits aren't going to come alive and break into song."
He'd spent a rather horrified, yet fascinated, evening in the rec room about a week ago, after figuring out how to work the DVD player. Fairy tales had never been brighter, it seemed.