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[PRIVATE to the angels]

[Raphael looks unwell, still. The strange pallor hasn't left her, the unhealthy look that has long characterized Lucifer's corroding vessel. Her eyes are dimmed with something that might be exhaustion, or might be something else. It's strange, that she should use the PCD for this, given her preference for angel radio- but that hurts a little too much to use right now.

Her short message is entirely in Enochian.]


You may know that Castiel is dead. You may not know that I killed him.

That is all you need to know.

[End feed.]
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Everyone should be advised that all angels are liars, not just the ones with the misfortune of being new to this place. Having played host to Lucifer and survived the Animus for so long, I have no doubt as to the ability of the residents here to handle themselves like adults.

[Filtered to Anna]

You can relax, you know. I can hear your tension from here. I'm not going to waste my energy so far from Heaven and its laws, or go against Michael.

[Filtered to Gabriel]

If you need healing.
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[The feed clicks on clumsily, jumbled and clearly in the hands of someone who doesn’t know how it works. After a few seconds it comes to rest in midair pointed at a stern-faced woman in a distressingly stylish pantsuit. There’s little expression on her face but cold harshness, the kind of severe near-blankness of cold fury. Only three people in the world know her well enough to read in her expression that something is deeply wrong. Only one person could see how rattled and scared she is under the anger.]

Whoever’s keeping me here is making a big mistake.

[Her deep voice doesn’t waver at all, not even in the slightest. Raphael’s mind is racing: she suspects Castiel’s doing, given how obviously bloated on power he was, but calling him out by name seems suicidally reckless at this point. She can’t escape. That much is obvious. She’s tried flying out over and over and over again until she exhausted herself utterly and had to return, Grace bruised and wings hurting. She draws herself up, all wounded pride and narrowed eyes.]

I will not be caged like an animal.

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