Raven:Angel of Death

Chapter Twelve: Distractions

"Hola Señoritas, Come to Pápa" Rafael sprawled on the couch in the VIP section of the club, eyeing the group of twenty one year Olds while sipping champagne.

The girls excited giggles were barely heard as the music almost drowned out all sounds.

"You are,sooo sweet Rafa" a pink haired girl said giggling in between as her friends pushed closer to him causing her to fall on his laps.

"So tell me Tori, what do you want for a a birthday present?" Rafa drawled slowly, rolling the R's.

Tori pondered for about two seconds, tapping her fingers against her jaws.

" I want, I waant umm, yeah U want a Lamborghini" Tori rushed out while her friends gave her a discreet thumbs up.

Rafa dipped his hand into his Jean pockets and pulled out keys to the lambo he had driven to the club and tossed it to Tori.

Tori squealed causing Rafael to wince, rushing out to her friends, she showed them the keys, causing them to join in.

-eh, eh-eh-eh

La vida e solo un momento

Y el dinero no compra el tiempo

Yo me acuerdo de tu talento

Te estoy buscando y no te encuentro

Dime qué tengo que hacer (¡huh!)

A dónde le tengo que caer

Pa pasar tres día y dos noche en el 2016

Ey, yo quiero darte por

Rafa's phone rang, disrupting the girls chatters who were sitting on the opposite couch. Rafael checked the screen to realise it was his sister.

"Mierda, I've got to answer this, it's the wife" Rafa lied smoothly causing the girl's to giggle hysterically.

They were more than drunk.

"Hey Caz, whaddup?" Rafael said in manner of greeting.

"Holy s**t sis, I'll be there soon" he said ending the call.

Raising himself from the couch, he took the glass of champagne, drinking it up.

"Girls' it was great meeting you all but the in-laws just called and the wife's in OR" the angel said causing the girls to groan out, disappointed.

Once seperated from his admirers, he spread out his wings, he flew heading to his destination. In less than a second, he slowly descended that anyone who'd see him would believe he walked to his destination.

he quickly rushed into the cottage without admiring the environs.

The smell of phosphorus and sulphur was so strong that Rafael knew that a strong demon was present.

Probably an arch.

Rafa found his feet moving faster than ever, as he got in. Rafael saw a woman lying down and recognised her. But she wasn't his priority.

He pulled out his own Azrael's sword his sister had gifted him recently, taking a deep breath to know the exact location of the demon.

Sensing the demon, he stopped and watched the little scene unfolding.

"Don't come near me mister or" a little voice shrieked with false bravado. Rafael nearly chuckled our loud at the sight of an eight year old, threatening a demon fifteen times her size. It seemed the demon also shared his sense of humor for he laughed hard.

"Or what Pipsqueak?" The demon asked.

"Or I'll blow your motherfucking brains off" Rafael threatened darkly, smirking when he he saw the tremor and how the demon stiffened in horror.

I've certainly missed this.

Rafael mused , his normal blue eyes turning an electric blue from the thrill of hunting down an arch demon.

"Hello Moloch, did you miss me" Rafael said as the demon faced him.

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Moloch was screwed, just his freaking luck, to actually face an arch angel. Those righteous bastards were a pain in the butt. And they could bind him as longs as the wanted and not even Lucifer would be able to unbind him.

"Look angel, I'm here on an official business" Moloch clucked his tongue, stepping back a bit "now butt outta here so I can do my job"

He was freaking out inwardly, one wrong move he would be sent to the depths again. Now that was a terrifying prospect, but he'd take that than risk disappointing Lucifer.

"Well demon, the job you are interested in is also my business, you wouldn't want me to gut you now would you, Moloch? The angel said allowing a long sword materialise in his left hand.

Moloch's eyes enlarged, he knew the sword and knew it's capabilities. This was no ordinary weapon.

It was the rumored Azrael's sword.

Forged by Death herself and wielded by those she seemed worthy to carry it.

Moloch trembled with renewed fear. He was doomed, he knew he had to make his demise honorable.

The demon teleports, grabbing Emily, only he was a second too late. The wretched angel had both mother and daughter by his side covered with a shield that repelled demons like himself.

Knowing this was a losing battle. He threw a portal open, disappearing.

Rafael watched as the demon left then facing both mother and daughter he signed. Knowing they had seen what had transpired.

"Come with me, you aren't safe here"

"Who are you?"

Emily surprised to see another angel asked.

"I'm angel Rafael, Castiel's busy somewhere kid, she said you are in trouble.

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Caz ended the call, knowing that as incompetent as Rafael was, he would never joke with a demonic attack in a human, especially if it was an order from Immanuel himself.

Castiel trusted Rafael enough to know he'd not fail. Not that she ever let the moron know that.

"So Emily, is she your daughter" president Harrington asked the ever rigid woman, not even pretending she hadn't heard Caz's one sided conversation.

Caz turned, frowning. This woman was beginning to annoy the heck out of her.

"I'm her guardian"

Castiel deadpanned, not giving an opening.

The woman nodded, she merely wanted to get to know Wellington, as she herself had no children yet.

Castiel stopped walking, noting the way the woman had stop, lost in her own thoughts, a sad look on Carolyn Harrington's face.

"I simply do not care for children ma'am if you were wondering, but I do not hate them" Caz said bringing back the woman's attention.

The walk out of the garden was silent as both women focused on their own thoughts.

Carolyn's on how to start a family once her tenure runs out.

Castiel, on how the smell of sulphur, helium and phosphorus stunk.

She tensed, as she felt a dark cloud gather, only visible to a supernatural. A sign that demons, hoardes of them were present.

"We are friends, aren't we Castiel?" The president asked out of the blue.

"Umm yeah" a distracted Castiel answered.

"Then you wouldn't mind telling me what your middle name Azrael means"

"It means the angel of death" a distorted voice said startling Carolyn and preventing Caz from answering

"What" Carolyn cried edging away from Castiel.

"Fancy meeting you here oh ye great angel of death" a tall lean, bald forty something year old white man mocked.

"Paul!" Carolyn yelled moving toward him.

"Asmodeus" Castiel spat.

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