Infinity: Rising of the Soul Weavers

In a lush green field of soft grass, stood a single girl that was looking up at the relaxing white blue sky.

As if her short hair was a collection of countless mirror particles, it reflected the breathtaking colour of the sky she was so engrossed in looking at. 

Even her eyes had a similar hue, if one was to disregard the beautiful hint of silver it took. But of course no one in their right mind would do that since that fading silver added to her unmatched beauty.

"I find it quite funny, yet intriguing, that there's a sky above their sky…" she muttered to herself, her eyes still gazing above. "So beautiful…

"I wonder... what do they think when they look up? What do they think once they reach their sky? Hm, what do they think once they travel beyond their sky?

"Those mortals… do they really think that they are beyond logic and morals? Do they think that by penetrating their planet's atmosphere… do they think that they're omnipotent once they achieve that?

"Why did they have to fail their stupid tests? Did no one try to think about how awful other people's lives are?

"Although some mortals are more angelic than us… they do not stop the evildoers… why? Do they think that they're not enough? Is it because of fear? Are they not afraid of us? We are literally their destruction once we reach them...

"Or maybe... do they think that they won't be judged? Do they not believe that they will be judged for not stopping violence and ill will?

"Hm… but I guess some people do indeed stop those evildoers… just like that girl… just like Rave-"

"Raphael!" A voice suddenly shook the girl out of her trance. "What are you mumbling about? I've been calling your name for ages!"

"Ah, apologies, Gabriel," Raphael smiled apologetically while scratching her cheeks in embarrassment. 'I hope I wasn't mumbling too loudly…'

"Hm, do you have fever?" The red haired seraphim touched her forehead in visible concern. "I told you to call me Gabe. Why do you look so distant?" His voice was gentle.

Instead of doing what he asked for or answering his question, or even being thankful for his concerns, Raphael pushed his hand away. She could see his soft black eyes staring at her.

"Angels don't get sick, did your cycles affect you this much?" She simply said with a cold tone the moment she realised something.

"Ouch, so cold, Raphael!" He complained with a tone that would be akin to a whining child. 

"Tch," she clicked her tongue. "You should go get some rest Gabriel, you don't look like yourself." Her words were gentle but her tone wasn't.

"I don't look like myself?" His gaze suddenly got serious. "Are you sure it's me who doesn't look like himself and not you?" 

His eyes were not shaking like before, instead, they were firm and threatening.

"I'd say it's you who is not feeling well, Seraphim Raphael, are you not feeling well about destroying a planet you spent a couple of cycles on?" 

Although his words could be mistaken for concern, his cold tone made it clear that he was not feeling so concerned.

Calling her with her rank first indicated that he was not being friendly, but rather professional and critical.

He was simply questioning the integrity of his fellow seraphim. 'Ah, as expected,' Raphael confirmed to herself. 'Of course he was just acting.'

"Raphael," those intense black eyes stared at her own. "Do I need to take care of that planet for you? I'll make sure to end it quickly. I'll even go alone and blast them all in an instant-"

"Seraphim Gabriel," Raphael's voice was anything but kind as she called him with his rank first to indicate that she was not joking. She was not treating him the same way he was treating her. "We have discussed this with everyone else before, haven't we?

"This planet, Earth, is my responsibility to end as I've spent the most time there. Don't you realise that it was me who seconded Michael's decision?"

'Yes, I was the one who agreed with Michael. I believe that we can't let those mortals live-'

"Ho~ but you're aware that even if you haven't done so, the decision was going to be made by the rest of us, do you take me for an idiot?" Gabriel asked coldly. 

"Of course, you're obviously an idiot," she responded as if it was only natural, and without a second thought. "And to tell the truth, I couldn't care less about your thoughts or concerns.

"Right now, you and Michael are supposed to be resting, and Uriel does not go into the mortal realm, so naturally, I'll be the one taking care of that planet, as planned before." She said, simply stating facts.

"But, dear Raphael," his voice was chilly and threatening, especially as a violent gust of wind pushed the grass around as if to bully it's fresh green colour. "Are you not taking your sweet time with gathering troops? 

"Normally, something like destroying a planet would take a moment of your time, no, even less, yet here you are staring at the empty sky and muttering incomprehensible nonsense to yourself. Did you go crazy?"

"How disrespectful, you dare-"

"Enough!" A third authoritative voice thundered across the green field.

"Michael."

"Michael!"

Both seraphim called after noticing their leader approaching them. 

"Since when was fighting amongst us a thing?" His voice was gentle yet serious.

Both seraphim looked down in defeat. Michael was their leader and they could not talk back to him.

"I've heard enough of your argument to get an idea about what's going on," he said as he looked at Gabriel. "Gabe, you are not allowed to talk like that to Raphael, no matter the circumstances, am I making myself clear?"

He wanted to retort, to say that he had all the rights to talk to her like that… but he could not. "Yes, Michael."

"And Raphael," his voice got softer.. "I understand what you're going through."