PAPARAZZI [open]

[SARIEL]

Curling her fingers around the wire, Sariel pressed herself against the fence, gazing down at the commotion below. Up on the roof the wind lashed out at the angel, sending the grey clouds overhead scuttling across the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance, bolts of lightning white against the ever growing darkness as the storm closed in on the city. She watched as people scampered down the sidewalk in order to find shelter, their eyes continuously glancing at the thunderheads as they neared.

Sariel preferred bright sunny days. Storms always put a damper on her usual cheerfulness, especially now considering she was commanded to reap the soul of a rather ill-fated individual. Heaving a sigh, she dropped onto the concrete floor, drawing her legs close to her body. She burrowed her face into the crook of her arm, wishing the task had been given to someone other than herself. Some deaths were easier to withstand. Those who were ill or elderly . . . but not those who were least suspecting.

She cried for him, the man with a wife and two kids, who would not finish his routine car trip home from work. Tears silently glided down her cheeks, leaving behind stains; they tasted salty on her tongue. If watching people die was this sad, then she never wanted to know how sad she would be if she lost those closest to her. The thought alone was unbearable.

But a job was a job, she couldn’t back down; it was meant to be.

[Ezekiel]

Ezekiel, who had been making runs to different locations all earth day, now decided to check in on one of his fellow angels of death. She was a young angel, for angel standards. He always felt he had to watch out for her. But that was alright. Everyone needed someone to watch out for them at one point or another. He took it upon himself to do that for Sariel and some of the other angels. Those that he knew he could trust. Cas was another one of those angels he was like that to. Treated him like a younger brother.

He appeared up next to Sariel as she waited to take the soul that was about to die. Usually Reapers worried about such simple deaths. But sometimes if a reaper was not available, an angel would have to do. After all, Reapers were usually just in transit types. It was the angels of death that took them usually the rest of the way to heaven. Unless, the person sinned dramatically that it couldn't be forgiven. However, that was very unlikely. It really depended on the humans mindset as much as it did the divine orders.

"I see your having a very bad day today Sariel." he commented. He raised a brow and gave her a curious look. He didn't really feel the same sorrow she did. but that was because he knew dying to well, and had sort of become numb to it. He actually found it more to be a transformation to something greater, though heaven as a cage didn't seem to fit so well. Humans had a right to become greater than what they once were. However, most angels didn't see eye to eye on that matter.