𝑹𝑨𝒁𝑰𝑬𝑳.

𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ⠀ ✘ ¦ The Archangel of secrets and alchemy. By #Aтαloѕ.

Wrinkles his nose. Smells like demons.

He'd love to say the mess is unexpected, but sadly. It's becoming the norm.

He gets the book thing, actually. He's read Paradise Lost about three hundred times now.

He leaves for 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 and the world is?? Not on fire, which is a problem.

Once again; Earth, Heaven and Hell are all... A mess. No surprises here.

/ gotta redo my pinned real quick

Only one of these things is true.

That's— no. He's not going to do that.

Now. Where's today's irritating and unnecessary Nephilim request?

He wasn't suggesting that. He's merely pointing out that Michael needs to remember to rest, occasionally.

—;

Would he rather his duties are performed to a lower standard?

Actually— if he's allowed to disagree for a moment— it does. If he is exhausted, his work suffers.

... Michael. That's not healthy.

Of course he can handle it, but even angels need chance to rest, once in a while. He suspects Michael forgets that, occasionally.

Sigh. He misses Jonathan. He wasn't as needy as today's Shadowhunters.

Listen. There's a difference between arrogance and just being right all the time.

The amusing thing is, for years he'd sit in the corner of the library in Alicante with his nose in a copy of Paradise Lost, and nobody ever noticed.