Raphael drew his dagger, clenching it in his fist as he planted his feet at the exact location he was told. The blade conflicted against his weak aura but he didn't care, somehow he knew he had to do this! People were suffering, were awakening to nightmares come alive... Gabriel and Michael and Aziraphale, oh Aziraphale... and Rose... So many livings their most horrific fears.
His crimson hair blew around his pale face as the wind swirled, feeling the energy and power in the words spoken.
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Date: Wednesday, 30 June 2010 16:48 (UTC)His crimson hair blew around his pale face as the wind swirled, feeling the energy and power in the words spoken.