Raphael stiffened when he felt Lucifer touch his tiny new wings which... were not so tiny anymore. He could actually feel them growing. The free one flailed and he snapped his head around. Where before he could not reach them, now they were able to curl around his shoulder.
And it burned. But he would not, could not and absolutely refused to show any signs of weakness. He was the Archangel Raphael, the Third in the Host. He had made a deal with the Devil -literally- and he would accept the pain as one in his level of leadership. It was as if an electrical storm surged inside of him, the infernal and the celestial at war. The pain was great but he merely stood firm in his resolve, gaze on his brother, without so much as a whimper.
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Date: Sunday, 20 February 2011 01:19 (UTC)And it burned. But he would not, could not and absolutely refused to show any signs of weakness. He was the Archangel Raphael, the Third in the Host. He had made a deal with the Devil -literally- and he would accept the pain as one in his level of leadership. It was as if an electrical storm surged inside of him, the infernal and the celestial at war. The pain was great but he merely stood firm in his resolve, gaze on his brother, without so much as a whimper.