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Date: December 12th, 1999
Status: Private - Michael and Raphael (Complete)
Setting: The Lobby
Summary: Necessary rearrangements to the ornaments and what happened then.

Michael wandered to the lobby, taking a look at the Christmas Tree. There'd been a few additions since he had last seen it. Seeing a tiny rod of Asclepius, he smiled, knowing who had hung it there. If he concentrated enough he could almost sense a bit of Raphael's aura radiating from the small ornament.
Then, however, he noticed something absolutely shocking. The two little angels that had been so happily holding hands when he'd last seen them were now sitting apart! And on separated branches, even. Now, that most certainly wouldn't do. The poor angels were both so lonely that way!
So, taking them into gentle hands, he yet again set them sitting next to each other. As he nodded at them, they again took a hold of each other's hand, seemingly quite happy.
Michael nodded to himself. Yes, that was very good.
Then, however, he froze as he heard something he had definitely not expected to hear.

Threaded | Flat

Raphael saw Michael over at the tree and wondered what he was doing. As he got closer, he realized that the other angel was adjusting the ornaments he himself had separated earlier.

Surprised, he cleared his throat.

"Michael?" He asked timidly. "Um... what do you think you're doing with those ornaments?"

"You MASTURBATE?" Raphael nearly choked and his eyes grew wide. "But... but... you're Michael! You lead the host! You're the chief smiter! You must have a thousand churches in your name and you...

And they're all just like you, aren't they?" He whispered. "All of my brethren. The demon didn't lie... And I'm the only one who apparently doesn't feel the need to do this. 'Innocent' you call it. Apparently nobody else cares about that."

Raphael wanted to weep. His face was flushed and he trembled.

"So you haven't actually done it. What does it matter? Surely you've considered it. Surely you've lusted in your mind. Why else would you feel the need to... to... to 'play with yourself.'

And that's as bad as doing it. Lust of the mind. I just wonder who you think of when you..."

He fell silent and felt paralyzed.

"No... NO... He wasn't lying was he? It was you... it is you..."

Raphael looked at him in mute, frozen horror, shaking imperceptibly.