PoV - Lilith, The Baddest Badonkadonk This Side Of Babylon
Rachumel was unharmed, which was the first warning sign.
He was also quiet, which was our second sign.
Once my ex-husband and my current lover returned from the wilderness, it was something easy to spot - both men looked troubled, though in different ways.
Adam had given me a single nod, and taken his wife aside to head back to the house. My eyes trailed after them for but a moment before dismissing the family. Decades ago, I may have been jealous, but I could read Adam as well as he could read me.
We felt nothing for the other.
Helel stood beside me, silently appraising his oddly silent brother. "Your silver tongue appears to have prevented another beating, little brother."
"Hm? Yeah, I guess." Rachumel shrugged, his eyes not quite focusing on us. "He threw me around for a bit. Nothing serious."
"…And that was all?" I pressed, mildly perturbed with his uncharacteristic answer.
"No, not all. But shit happened. Adam requested something I don't think I'm qualified to do."
"You are unqualified for a great many things," Helel said, nodding slowly.
Rachumel gave Helel a flat look, before floating past him.
Once Rachumel had floated far enough away, I bit back my mild disdain for the Fallen and opined, "That was… odd, was it not?"
"It was. It very much was." Helel's eyes squinted. "Rachumel is not prone to open introspection and doubt like this."
"I considered as such. I shall speak to him."
"…Very well." Helel's concession left a sour taste in my mouth that had nothing to do with the arrogant arse for once. I set off after my lover, as Helel left to do whatever he wished.
I found the white-winged angel in the crudely constructed barn, sitting next to a sleeping goat and slowly stroking the beast. "I see you are alive, despite putting Adam's children next to an explosion."
Rachumel's scoff was light. "It was an illusion."
"I suspected as such when you two took much longer to return than a simple chase would take." I moved to sit on the opposite side of the animal, looking across from him. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"What happened?"
Rachumel was silent for a long moment, his gaze unfocused. His hand kept petting the goat automatically, but for all intents and purposes, he wasn't mentally present anymore. "I shared information that concerned Adam and his family. I thought about offering to spend some time here to help."
"And that information was…?" I raised my brow, curious despite myself.
"It's a… complicated thing." Rachumel flicked his gaze to me. "Business with Cain. A Flood in the far future."
"You emphasized 'Flood' there. I assume this is no normal rising of waters."
"No. But it's nothing we would be in danger from."
I went silent as I contemplated this information, and Adam's reaction compared to Rachumel's. My ex-husband was intelligent, incredibly so, with a wit to match when he cared to. Yet Rachumel was the one to have left that discussion troubled. "That could not have been all the information. I know my ex-husband as I know you."
"You're right." Rachumel brushed a hand through his auburn-red locks of hair. "Adam wasn't exactly thrilled to learn what the future had in store, but he took it on the chin."
Cain's business is the more immediate problem, then. I surmised, brushing aside a far future Flood I could do nothing about. "He would."
Rachumel's silence filled the room, and for once, I found myself… patient. He was clearly grappling with an issue he was unprepared for, not attempting to hide information from me.
Remarkable how being honest has done wonders for my trust in him.
I returned my thoughts back to the present as he finally spoke up. "Adam asked for me to be his family's guardian angel."
"…I regret to say I am unfamiliar with the concept, though I can articulate the idea behind it." I blinked in confusion. "He is asking you to protect his family, no?"
"More than just protection." Rachumel looked up and met my gaze. "Without impacting Free Will, I'm supposed to offer guidance to virtue, support for negative emotions, aid in resisting temptation, present my charge's prayers to the Lord, and guide their soul to Heaven when they die by killing anything that tries to take it."
"…That is a great deal of responsibility to be asked of you," I conceded. "But, dear angel of mine - do you not already do much of that?"
"…I don't follow." Rachumel squinted at me.
I held up my palm, once finger pointing up. "You have supported my spiritual health, have you not?"
"Well, I suppose-"
A second finger came up. "Do you not plan to protect my soul upon my death, do you not guide my prayers to the Lord?"
"I doubt you're gonna di-"
A third finger came up. "You have offered your guidance to being a better person multiple times…"
"Okay, that's not untrue."
"…even if your skills in avoiding the temptation of lust are unimpressive."
"Stop having a fat ass to clap, then."
My eyes lidded with my lack of amusement. "The point being, my dear lover, that you practically are a guardian angel already. Perhaps you are not perfect, but as you oft remind me - 'to err is mortal, and to forgive, divine.'"
"Maybe you're not wrong, but…" Rachumel slumped back on the hay the goat rested on. His hands crossed over his chest, and his face scrunched in frustration. "I just don't know if I'm the one who should be assigned to Adam's family. Maybe I've already done the job well so far, but to take it as an official assignment? Just… Phbbbbbbbbt. Just too much going on in my noggin."
I quirked my brow at the new sound he made. "Oh, do not pout, Rachumel. I think I know a way to help clear your head…"
"You do-?" Without giving him a warning, I stood up, kicked the goat away, and then sat on Rachumel's face.
"Yes, I believe this should help you, ehehehe," I said, my laugh escaping easily.
After all, he can hardly look at Eve if my ass is on his face…
PoV - Rachumel, Just Escaped A Death Worthy of Valhalla
After I had torn a hole in Lilith's bodysuit - still not sure how she made the suit - I had spent a good half-hour just letting my tongue focus on its husbandly duties.
Note to self - remind humans to clean their crotches regularly so that people want to do oral sex.
I abandoned that thought for later, letting my hands clutch and grab at the expansive ass currently crushing my head to the hay beneath me. My tongue swept over her folds in steady rhythm, letting her own hands tend to her clit and tits. I kept my pace smooth and consistent, nothing fancy.
But I didn't really need fancy when I knew exactly how the goth baddie above me twitched.
I dragged my tongue once again up her slit, and the sharp gasp and clench of her thighs told me all I needed to know. Fluids coated my chin as my steady pace never halted, dragging out Lilith's twitching climax. Is this her third or fourth? Eh. When her muscles finally untensed, I took the moment to slide out from under her. She collapsed onto the hay, panting and sweaty, and in that comfortable floating feeling of cumming your brains out that I was noticing was a bit more intense in this world than back in my prior life.
So I dropped my robe and slapped my log of cock over her face. "My turn," I said, more of a whispered declaration of fact than anything resembling a conversation.
Lili's response was to start licking the bottom of my shaft without a word, accepting the words as truth. I let her tend to my manhood for a moment, dragging my shaft across her face, before I pushed forward. I let her suckle and kiss my balls, whispering words of I couldn't make out to them as she lavished affection on them.
Then, because I was tired of the teasing, I set my crown at the entrance of her mouth, and heard her swallow harshly in anticipation. I didn't blame her, honestly.
This hentai cock would murder a normal woman, and even if the body got used to it, that doesn't mean the brain does.
I pressed forward, and stretched Lilith's mouth open. Her jaw felt the strain as much as her lips did, wide and gripping around my girth. I sighed in pleasure as if felt her tongue fruitlessly try to pleasure me, but we had been fucking for decades now. She should know what was going to happen next.
And that 'what' was me pressing my fat cock into her throat. I didn't stop until I was hilted, and why would I?
Lilith had apparently modified her throat to take me that deep after she failed the first time she tried to blow me.
Biokinesis is hot, was all I answered with, before I slammed my dick into her throat.
Just like I was doing now! Funny how that works out.
The oral sex was less "blowjob" and more "throat rearranging", if I was going to be honest, and I figured now was alright to be so. My pace was brutal and simple, my wings granting me the leverage my arms and legs wouldn't have had to let me hammer my shaft into this bad bitch's customized gluck-gluck seven thousand. I felt her swallow every breach into her throat, adding to the myriad of sensations that was pounding Lilith's mouth hole.
I pulled out for exactly a few moments for Lilith to breathe, before ramming myself back to the hilt. Over the course of ten minutes, I molded her throat around my shaft again, one hand reaching down to press against the bulge on her throat, the other cupping and squeezing at a neglected nipple.
My balls were probably slapping her face, but if she didn't want that, she should have swapped positions while I gave her a break. The wet and warm hole of my lover was exactly what I needed to draw at least some of the tension out of me - even if I was just going to put all of that tension right back into her.
With a groan I didn't bother to muffle, I hilted myself again in her throat, and grabbed ahold of her bouncing tits to stabilize myself. My gaze traced my finish as it came, watching my shaft pulse and stretch Lili's throat open, the bulge temporarily swelling, with every lance of come. I held her down and watched as her stomach grew a paunch, the sheer deluge of come from my blessed balls flooding her stomach full.
When I felt the last jerk of my shaft cease, I withdrew slowly, letting my spit-shined and throat-snot covered cock hover menacingly over Lilith's face. Below me, she heaved for breath, her face flushed red from both lust and lack of oxygen. "So, Round 2?" I asked.
The squirt of liquid that erupted from her neglected pussy answered for her.
Without a word, I grabbed ahold of her head, and slammed my no longer sensitive cock straight down her throat again. "Don't worry, you won't need dinner tonight," I said aloud, chuckling more for myself than anything else.
I pulled on my robe again, looking over Lilith's just now unconscious body, her belly bloated with over four of my finishes. She looked ready to give birth, honestly.
My balls felt that odd sensation of both empty and full - like I could again, but didn't really need to. Where most men would have tapped out in fear of dying of dehydration, I felt like I was going to make lovers flee from fear of drowning.
Hot, but weird, ya know?
Anyway, I didn't feel like taking advantage of Lilith while she was unconscious. Felt a little icky, even if she probably wouldn't care because Lili was a genuine freak like that.
When a woman begs you to choke her unconscious while you break her ass in half, fellas, you know you've got a crazy and a keeper.
Sighing, I cast a small spell to clean the worst of sex's remnants from my body, then placed another spell on the barn that was more of an "occupied" warning sign to give Lilith privacy. I wasn't worried about her getting taken advantage of here, but I practiced safety anyway.
What she would do to the idiot that tried would make Gehenna look friendly.
I floated over the evening skies, and paused as I saw a familiar head of hair, blonde locks tumbling down his head. I landed without more than a single flap to announce myself, and looked over the fields that the man looked over. "You've done well on these fields! Granted, I don't know much about farming, honestly."
"…I do not mean to sound insulting," Cain said, his face twisted in a mix of wariness and amusement, "but has anyone ever told you that you are rather confusing?"
"Yep."
"And has anyone ever told you that you can be quite rude?"
"This is about the butthole stuff, isn't it."
"It is not entirely about the butthole comment, no."
"Sorry about that, I've had a few people try and say Helel was my father a few times, and it just weirds me out."
"May I assume it is because he is your brother?"
"What? Not really. It's because the idea of that autistic moron breeding fills me with terror."
Cain barked out a laugh in spite of himself. "You are not what I expected an angel to be like…"
"What can I say, I'm surprised the Lord managed to fit so much awesome in one package. Though, I could be a bit taller…" I considered for a moment before brushing it off. I'll be tall some day.
"You and every young boy." Cain shook his head, leaning on his shovel. "Well, go on then. Give your speech."
"I don't really do speeches if I can help it. More discussions, honestly." I shifted my weight onto one foot as I stepped up next to him.
"Really? Did Dad not ask you to chat with me?" Cain snorted in disbelief.
"I more offered, honestly."
"Well, you're being honest, at least."
"I try! So, wanna tell me about your fields?"
"You just said you did not understand a thing about farming," Cain pointed out.
I nodded. "Yup. So you get to teach me!"
"And what if I do not wish to educate you?"
"Then we chat about something that you want to chat about," I said, shrugging. I couldn't exactly force him to talk about his impiety.
"…The figs you had for the meal. What did you think of them?"
I perked up. "Oh, those were pretty great! Rich and savory, sweet and chewy. They were pretty tasty. I bet they would go pretty great with honey or yogurt… Probably cheese, too." Mom above, I missed modern food variety. I could devour some fig newtons right now.
"Yogurt? Truly?" Cain stared at me surprised. "No, I suppose the taste might work…" He shook his head. I am off-track. In truth, Rachumel, I grew those figs. I cared for those plants."
"Dang, you got a heck of a green thumb on you, then. Nice work, up top!" I raised my hand up towards him. He stared back in confusion, so I explained, "It's a high-five. Just slap your palm against mine."
So Cain raised his hand, and slapped my own-
"Holy fuck, not that hard!" I wheezed out, cradling my bruised wrist from the whiplash of his high-class level slap, at the very least. "I am a weak little baby!"
"Sorry…" Cain said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "I am used to most of the family being as strong as me."
"It's all good," I answered, hissing as I applied some Light magic to heal the admittedly mild injury. "You're forgiven, if you need to hear that."
"I did not, but I thank you all the same." Cain shook his head, and looked back out to the field. "Why did you really come to talk to me, angel?" He side-eyed me, one hand on his plow as we gazed at each other. "Do not lie or attempt to spare me. I am a man."
I considered for a moment, but decided on… tackling the root of the issue. "It's your sacrifices."
"I thought as much." Cain rolled his eyes. "Not all of us can afford to offer our Lord the best we have."
"Well, it's either do that, or don't bother," I replied.
Cain stopped, clearly not prepared for that answer. "What?"
I met his gaze directly, and then floated up to meet him at eye level. "Personally, it's entirely your choice what you sacrifice to God in your offerings, that I shan't deny. But you half-assing it is hurting both you and your family."
Cain scoffed. "Of course you would side with Father-"
"Don't. Put words in my mouth." My words were firmer than I intended, but it stopped Cain in his tracks. "I didn't demand you worship God. I didn't lambast you for your choice in offerings." I looked Cain directly in the eyes. "Angel to Man, for your own mental health - stop letting Envy rule over you and deciding your actions."
Cain was quiet, biting the inside of his cheek before I continued. "You have a choice to make. I know which one I would rather you pick, and heck, I'll offer advice and answer questions, Cain. But this middle ground you're walking? It reeks of pride and sin, and you're better than that." I hope to Mom you're better than that.
An explosive sigh escaped from Cain then, and I floated back away from him a step and three. "Okay then," he said, the words bitter, but not angry, "explain the choices."
"Alright, speech time then. Blech. Anyway, Choice one - Honor thy Father."
Cain raised an eyebrow. "Really."
I nodded without humor. "As serious as my dick is huge."
"Wait, wha-"
"SO! Choice one!" I stopped him, derailing his bitterness with confusion for the moment. "You really sit down, reflect on your sins, and decide to do better. You sacrifice the best crops, the best seeds, you really go out of your way to give the best of yourself to God, and the Lord will in turn bless you and your crops, because now there's earnest faith. Now, there's earnest belief that you believe in the Word of the Lord. Every one here is one big happy family, who have problems, but are talking through it with the love and faith of the Lord."
"…Right," Cain said, clearly skeptically.
"I can see you're thrilled about choosing the one that reconciles you with your father and brother, but I'm contractually obligated by the Free Will Police - that's God, by the way - to offer the worse option, but still technically better than the road you're on now."
"…If only because I know you will not shut up."
"Hey, you learned that quicker than Adam!" I said, the smirk on my lips matching the small quirk of his own. Choice two - Leave the Home."
Cain tensed. "I suspect I know what this is."
"You're probably right, but I'll spell it out - pack your belongings, and leave. Stop worshiping God entirely, because you obviously don't really believe in the first place, and go till the soil elsewhere. Find your own land, found your own village, begin your new family, all according to your ego and pride." I leveled a more serious look at him. "And yes, I still consider you leaving the faith and home to be better than this half-hearted worship you have going on."
"Really? Just, leave my family?" Cain's scoff was bitter, as he looked out at his fields. "After all the struggle my family went through? The pain my parents suffered just to have Abel and I, and build this village. Just… leave."
"Yes." My answer was simple.
"I should not have expected anything different. Why would the angels bother seeing my side-"
"If you think for a moment," I interrupted, "that I don't understand what I'm telling you to do, then you didn't inherit the brains of your mother or father." He shut up, and looked back at me "I'm trying to help you, before you let pride and wrath and envy ruin you."
…Oh Mom, I am already his guardian angel, aren't I? Mental breakthroughs later.
Cain simmered with contained annoyance. "Help me? Like I'm some whelp who can't figure out how to walk?"
"Everyone needs help, Cain. If you ever meet a man on the side of the road who doesn't, then he is a liar, a fool, or worse."
"…What is the 'worse'?" Cain asked, swallowing his anger for curiosity as he turned to me.
"Evil." I met his gaze, former man to young man. "Evil scorns aid. Evil destroys all it touches, for it cannot invent, only corrupt. They are the demons destroying the world. They are vile bastards who defile all people. They are the vice-strung misers content to ruin everything if it lines their pockets with gold." I huffed with unfeigned wroth. "They are men who think asking for aid or understanding makes them lesser, or see compassion and humility as weakness."
Cain was silent then, mulling over his words before an explosive, angry exhale escaped his lips. "It is not fair that my parents were exiled over a single mistake. Eden was my family's burden, my family's birthright, and we were robbed because a jealous serpent could not stand that God loved us in His boundless grace - yet apparently, not enough to keep us."
I felt my face darken at the insult to Mom. "Your parent's exile was cruel, yes - but they had been told for nearly a century to not eat the fruit of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Adam knows this. Eve knows this. I reckon that Abel knows this, too. That single mistake was with decades being told to not do this one thing."
"They were tricked!"
"And the Serpent's punishment is far worse than theirs. But they still broke the rules."
"Does the Lord no longer teach forgiveness? Must I suffer because of my parent's faults?" Cain spat out, throwing his tool to the floor. "Such a wise God! Such a good God! To punish innocents for how the parents sinned!"
I felt something tWiTcH inside me at the new insults. "Cain. Let this go. Even Adam and Eve have recognized that they were somewhat at fault."
Cain stared at me, anger in his gaze. "Do not proselytize at me, angel. I am suffering because my own parents sinned, through little fault of my own. I have toiled, and sweat, and bled to make these fields prosperous, and your Father calls it Just."
"It is not." I fought down that tWiTcH inside me, not wanting whatever it was loose at this moment. "The sins of the Father should not be laid at the feet of the Son." I kept my face carefully composed as I met his gaze as evenly as I could. "But you know you are wallowing in anger, and not using it productively. Blaming the Lord is not going to help you."
"Why do you even care, angel?" Cain's confusion was befuddled at not getting the fight he wanted. "What reason do you even care, let alone that jealous God?"
Because if not me, then who? "Because I am Rachumel, the Angel of Compassion." The tWiTcH inside me nearly erupted at that, and I was getting really worried something might be wrong with me. Is the backlash from fucking with my code appearing…? "It's what I do. I care."
Cain blinked, his rage smothered for the moment. "…That sounds like an incredibly painful life."
"Probably. I haven't lived enough of it, yet."
Cain nodded slowly, turning away from me, and looking back at the fields. "This was… not terrible, I guess." His gaze bounced to me before bouncing off to the empty road. "I would not be opposed to… continuing this another time."
"Sure. Works for me. We'll earn our stay here… well, Lilith and I will. Helel will likely just fly off and ignore you all."
"…Right." He didn't seem to know what to say, and I took that as a conclusion of business.
So I jetted off back towards that spot in the woods where Adam and I talked.
Because I was going to be phoning home, and I needed a real response about what the fuck was happening to me.
Alright Gabby… get ready for the fat, thick slab of prayer I'm going to shove right at ya!Last edited: 27 Dec 2025Yes, I do in fact really hate Wakanda.
AngelxAneurysm - a DxD story featuring one horny angel shota saving(?) the world Like ReplyReport Reactions:FistOfZeus, BlueWolf0010, RequiemKasai and 1,405 otherskilokilop26 Dec 2025Add bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Chapter 16View content2 Jan 2026Add bookmark#3,642kilokilopReal Wakanda Hating HoursJoined21 Mar 2022Messages2,867Author's Note: Do you even comprehend how mad I am about missing "No new chapters until next year" for the last chapter? It's very. Malding over a missed joke.
Not gonna lie, this chapter fought me. I'm gonna try and end the Cain arc within the next two chapters, as planned.
Wait, I have plans?
Oh, and I'll probably be throwing up a Snippets Thread at somepoint in Jaunary over other ideas that will get focus at some point. or just other writings that I've made on QQ.
Happy New Angel Brainrot.
PoV - Rachumel, Somehow Still Less Horny Than Issei
I knelt on the stump back in the forest where I talked with Adam, and pondered exactly how I should pray to Gabriel. Well, I could pray to any of my siblings, and they'd hear it, but I hadn't seen Gabby in a while…
Actually, I do miss all of them, come to think of it. Curse this self-exile for brotherly love.
Well, nothing for it. I prayed to Mom every night, so this won't be different, right? "Ahem," I cleared my throat, pressing my hands together and focusing on my holy power. "Hey Gabriel, it's a me, Rachy. So, I'm reaching out now because I just had a riveting talk with Cain, and, well, I think some stuff is stirring in my core that worries me a bit. Do you think you can spare a few minutes to come on down and check it out? Thanks in advance, Amen."
"Amen!" said the voice of the angel I was just praying to behind me, and I froze as I turned to see Gabriel floating right behind me in the air.
"…Hey-"
"Rachy!" Gabriel pulled me into a hug before I could say more than a single word, and I choked both on my head being shoved between her generous bosom and her arms nearly snapping my spine in half. "It is so good to see you! We have all missed you and your antics very much back up at home!"
"Great… to hear!" I managed to hack out, quickly tapping on her arm in a pattern long meant to signal to her that I was going to die if she kept squeezing. Almost instantly, she loosened her grip to simply holding me. "Seriously, it's good to see you, Gabriel. Sorry it's been so long."
"...It has only been five decades? Or is it six?" Gabriel tilted her head to the side in consideration before shrugging. "It is not important."
…Right, forgot we're immortal. Again. I cleared my throat again, tilting my head up to look at her, even as my dick pressed hard against both of our stomachs where it snaked between us. "Well, it feels like it's been forever! And I really fucking appreciate you answering so quickly, Gabby."
"I had finished my task when you prayed to me, so I decided to teleport to you instantly!"
"Oh. Cool." I nodded without expression. "How'd you teleport without me noticing, even if I was focused on prayer?"
"I am much stronger than you, Rachy!" Gabby's voice never deviated from her cheerful tone, but I felt a metaphorical arrow slam itself into my manly pride. "You can learn to hide your teleport from weaker people if you get really good at it."
"And you are The Messenger, so of course you would have the best teleportation, right." I let the fact she was The Best™ soothe my masculine pride over my meager skills before I continued. "So-"
"A moment, little brother." Gabriel threw up a ward for privacy, then released me from the sweet, sweet embrace of her bosom and stepped back. "Now then, before we get to your core problems-"
"I mean, I wouldn't really call it a problem yet."
"-I need to tell you that you have been a naughty, naughty boy!" Gabriel pouted, and even shook her finger at me as I blinked. "You have yet to visit home since… that day!"
I blinked as Gabriel danced around the topic of Helel's fall. "Uh, yeah, but I'm assisting Helel with not being a big mean stinky doodoo head."
Gabriel huffed. "That may be true, but all of your siblings miss you. You should return to say hi to all of us!"
"How about I pray more often to them and meet them when they're free?" I offered, already deciding how to calm down Gabby's admittedly valid petulance at me.
"Mou…" Gabby frowned a bit more.
"And we could take baths together?" I offered. Honestly, that's more a win for me than them.
"I would say acceptable, but that is another naughty thing! You have been having premarital sex!" Gabriel stamped her foot, and it reminded me a bit of that time my sister in my past life got annoyed that I ate all her snacks after she said I could have some. "And with Lilith, too! She left Heaven!"
"Yeah, but I've actually pulled her back to Heaven's side through copious dickings," I said, pointing out my good deed for the decade.
Gabriel's annoyance vanished in an instant. "That's true. Father did say you did good work bringing her back to our side. He said it with grit teeth, though… So you should have married her first!" Her finger dropped to point at me as the annoyance returned just as swiftly.
…Color me unsurprised, but I don't think "not marrying Lilith" is what Mom is displeased by. "Yeah, I don't think Lilith cares about marriage."
Gabriel's fingers suddenly pushed together in front of her, her annoyance once again evaporating. "Do you care about marriage, Rachy?" Her voice was painfully quiet, but thankfully, I was in-tune with what my incredibly sexy angel sisters desired!
"Yeah, of cour-"
"YAY!" Gabriel grabbed me again, and this time I think my spine actually snapped a little in the hug she forced on me before she lifted me in the air. "Gasp!"
"Did you just verbalize the word 'Gasp'-"
"Rachy! Are we still getting married?!" Gabriel held me closer as our eyes met.
"Absolutely." Hesitation was the enemy.
"Mmm… okay, I accept your apology." She set me down, clearly back to "Happy Mode" now that her annoyance with me was discussed. "Even if you still should not engage in premarital sex."
"Sound advice, but I am a harem protagonist." Waiting for marriage was probably not going to happen outside of angels. And Mom.
"What does that latter part mean, Rachy?"
"It means I'm going to have a lot of women, and probably extremely feminine men, interested in engaging in coitus with me, marriage optional."
"Gasp. That is naughty!"
"Okay, why are you verbalizing 'gasp' as a word and not a sound?"
"All words are sounds, Rachy."
"…You got me there."
"Now then," Gabriel said, putting on a serious face that made me want to pinch her cheeks. "Go ahead and sit on the stump." I moved to follow her orders, and she swiftly floated around to kneel beside me. Without another word, she pushed me to lie down, and gave my head a lap pillow. "I will now check on your core, since that is where you think you have a problem."
I was only half-listening because looking up, I couldn't see most of Gabriel's face anymore, because those big and plush titties were dangling like over-ripe fruit from a branch. "Okay," I managed to verbalize.
Then all thoughts of boobies fled from my mind as Gabriel focused her magic on me, her own energies sweeping aside mine to seek my center. I shivered as she scanned me, one hand resting on my chest, the other tracing the symbols Mom taught us for magic and our magical circles.
Gabriel found the core of my angelic form, and I didn't know if she found it wanting. She could trace Mom's grace on my consciousness. She could examine Aphrodite's blessing, nestled in my soul like a beacon of fuchsia fantasy. She could read all of my emotions, my fears, my desires, even if they were vague ideas and pictures instead of fully formed thoughts. It was a form of soul reading that most of humanity would take as inhumanely invasive and scarring.
To me, I trusted my Big Sis and future wife unconditionally.
For over an hour, I rested like this, twitching as she poked and prodded.
At last, Gabriel withdrew her caress from my soul, and gave me a beautiful smile. "There is nothing wrong with you, little brother."
"…That is a good thing, right?" I couldn't help but ask, my thoughts mildly frayed at what it could have been.
"Yes." Gabriel nodded, her hands moving to fuss with my hair. "It was a two-pronged problem, caused by conflicting desires."
"Okay… so… Should I tell you what happened?"
"No, I witnessed your memory of the encounter with Cain, the poor boy." Gabriel sighed, the forlorn sound making me want to punch Cain for making my sister sad for even a moment. "Pride and Envy and Wrath are a particularly difficult combo for many mortals to handle."
"I'm gonna try and help him," I said, looking up past Gabriel's twin peaks to meet her azure eyes.
"That is what caused your core to conflict."
"…Wait, what?"
Gabriel nodded, her breasts somehow bouncing from that movement. "You wished to grant Cain succor. To assist him in becoming a better person." Her gaze hardened before her next words. "But your emotions drifted through wroth at his blasphemy against Father. You also desired to smite the young man where he stood."
I blinked rapidly, my mouth open but no words came out. Gabriel was blissfully silent, consoling me as I considered her words against my own actions. "But… I don't think…"
"Father once said to us that you have the potential of a Seraph, Rachumel." Gabriel pushed me up from her lap, but held me from moving. "'Compassion' was to be your guide. Your desire to help met the desire to harm, and your core was unprepared."
"Is it because I've never smote anyone before?" I asked.
Gabriel shook her head. "Nay, little brother. It is because you are too weak." At my incredulous stare, she gave me a soft, sad smile. "You may not have realized it, Rachumel, but Father set forth changes to his children decades ago. We have become marginally weaker, in exchange for… more focused application of power, and less stringent rules."
I understood instantly. "I tried to access the new power I didn't know I had…"
"…And attempted to summon your sword as well," Gabriel finished.
Eldruin responded? "Eldruin responded?!" I shouted, nearly leaping in the air from exaltation. "FIFTEEN DECADES BABY, AND IT FINALLY AWAKENED-!"
"Only for a moment," Gabriel said, raining on my black parade before it could even see the marching band. "But your sword did respond, according to Michael."
"…Oh… oh…" I verbalized, and looked back at Gabriel, who nodded. "Holy shit, I think I tried to offer Cain salvation and kill him at the same time."
"That more or less sums up what happened, little brother."
"Am I bipolar?"
"I do not believe you are cold, no."
"…Thanks, Gabriel."
"Happy to help, Rachumel," she said, beaming at me despite my little sarcasm.
I looked at her again, and suddenly, a rather intrusive thought slammed me with the force of piledriver. Wait. The rules were lessened… Without a moment's pause, I floated directly in front of Gabriel, who blinked in mild surprise. Both my hands reached for her shoulders, and I steadied her before I pressed forward to lock lips with my big sister.
Her lips were soft and pliable, yielding to me as much in surprise as confusion as to what she is to do. Her hands moved to my arms, questioningly, and I tilted my head to help guide Gabriel into a lovingly slow dance. I held her for over a minute, not with fleeting butterflies that landed for but a moment, but with an embrace that drew out my sister's own giddiness at the still chaste act. When I pulled away, she tried to follow me with a whine before my hands stopped her, and her eyes, lidded, looked upon my own. "We shouldn't go farther until we're married," I said, my words heaving with a desire I had left unstoked for over six decades.
"We should not," Gabriel agreed. Her hands lingered on my arms, dropping to ghost over the pitched fortress of a tent that my cock made in my robes. There was a moment's hesitation… before her fingers curled around my clothed length. "But… we are betrothed… It would be wrong to leave my future husband untended…"
They were sultry words that practically made my shaft leap with joy. But there was a small problem.
Gabriel had no idea what she was doing. And as physically and emotionally painful as it was to pull away…
I moved to rest my hands on her wrists. "I'll be fine, Gabby." I kissed her again to stop any pouts. "When I return to Heaven, we'll get married properly." Because I'll be damned if I let fear rule over me if Mom genuinely made adjustments to all my sisters.
"…You promise?" She asked, vulnerable and shy.
"I promise. The only thing that will stop me is the end of the world." I paused, and gently knocked on the wood of the stump three times, much to Gabriel's befuddlement.
"Rachumel?"
"Just, uh, hedging bets there. Taunting the universe usually makes it eager to prove you wrong."
"Okay, little brother," she said, brushing a hand through my hair. "Was there anything else you needed?"
"Oh, yeah! Adam asked me to be his family's guardian angel!"
"…Wait, what?"
PoV - Cain, Stardew Valley Grandmaster
"There you are," said my mother, coming to sit next to me as I leaned against the fence around our livestock. "I was hoping to speak to you before I had to go cook."
"Did you need something, Mother?" I asked, careful to keep my voice neutral.
"Mmm, yes and no?" I turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised. "Need is a strong word, Cain. I am more curious about your talk with my friend."
"You mean the weird angel?" I clarified, and at her nod, I scratched the back of my head. "He's alright. I thought he was just a fool at first, but he confirmed it with our talk."
"He is quite the character," Mother agreed, smiling off in the distance. "He was my best friend back in the Garden, next to your father. He never knew when to shut up, but you knew he never meant harm with what he said."
"Father does not seem to care much for him," I said, pointing out the obvious tension.
"He has his reasons."
"You appear to disagree with them."
"Yep!"
"Hm." I turned back to looking over the goats. Abel was untangling two particular bleating idiots who had locked horns as Maor, my little brother, watched. "I am still unsure if I should thank the idiot or beat him."
"Are you still mad over the butthole stuff?"
"Who just says that?!" I near-shouted, my hands thrown in the air towards the sun in disgust. But I took a moment to master myself, and shove my disgruntlement back where it belongs. "Mother, while that comment was… odd… I cannot say it is where my current thoughts lie."
"Your discussion with him." I looked over at my mother and her knowing look. "He said something you are still struggling with. I did not listen in, but I noticed he talked with you."
"…Yes." I stood straight, stepping away from the fence to look over our fields. "It was… the way he presented my options."
"Options? Is this about your offerings to the Lord?"
I nodded. "He painted it as if my only options were reconciliation… or leaving. Leaving, Mother. As if there was some threat or pressure to the family that my absence or penitence would relieve!"
Mother was quiet for a long moment, as if she had information that I did not - which was fairly typical of both my parents to know things that we, their children, did not. "If those were the only options he painted, then those were the only ones Rachumel believed would work."
I whirled about to look at my mother, aghast. "Even you believe him?!"
Mother crossed her arms under her chest, and nodded firmly. "Rachumel has the Sight, to some degree. He is a fool, yes, but my son, you forget a simple truth about fools that I thought we had taught you all - fools can speak unvarnished wisdom, for their facade of nonsense protects them from easy retaliation."
I blinked as I considered that. "You mean… he acts like an idiot because he uses it as a shield?"
"And because Rachumel enjoys acting the fool. He has told Adam and I multiple times that reality is far too amusing to not laugh along." Mother smiled fondly in memory.
I inhaled sharply, and shook my head. "He admonished me for blaming the Lord for our struggles-"
"As well as he should." My mother's face was dark with warning. "The angels love their Father. Blasphemy against Him is a swift way of earning their ire, and that Rachumel only warned you is a credit to his patience." Her one hand lifted from under her bosom to point at me. "And you should know better than to blatantly insult a deity."
I could feel my anger spike at the admonishment, but I could not say Mother was wrong. Father often warned me that Gods are often far too human in their rage and pride. "I just… I cannot understand why I and my siblings must toil away on Earth for something we didn't do, Mother. I just want a better life for myself, my siblings, and my own children someday."
She sighed, but this time not at me. Sorrow bit at her features, and I winced at realizing that I had brought up the sore subject once more. "This is not where we would have chosen to raise you," Mom said, her voice low as she stepped up to hug me. "It is where we live though, and it is our life to make good."
"But the Lord is about forgiveness-!"
"Cain." My Mother silenced my complaint with a tone as sharp as a honed scythe. She pulled away from the hug, and looked me dead in the eye. "Have you never once considered that the Lord already has forgiven us? Our lives here may be a struggle, but I promise you - if you are pious, and good, and honest, and true, you will see Heaven and know bliss everlasting." She cupped my cheeks with her hands, and smiled freely. "I love you, son. And maybe avoid Helel if you continue to insult his Father." She pressed to hug me again.
I returned her hug in silence, and looked back over the fields that I had grown with my attention, planted with the sweat of my brow. The sun dipped lower as I simply watched over the trees grown with the purpose of survival.
But inside my mind, I kept running over the twin ideas that the angel had offered, and now the knowing tone my mother had about him.
If he does have the Sight… What did he see in my future that my options are only fleeing, or reconciliation? I looked behind me, back to where Abel played with Maor and the younger goats. I felt the ghost of a smile settle on my lips at my brothers playing, carefree and happy. A childhood I could not have because of our difficult life. "Fine, Mother. Another talk with the weird feathered guy."
Because whatever that Fool has to say…
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AngelxAneurysm - a DxD story featuring one horny angel shota saving(?) the world Like ReplyReport Reactions:FistOfZeus, BlueWolf0010, DeLtAVolk and 1,355 otherskilokilop2 Jan 2026Add bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Chapter 17View content30 Jan 2026Add bookmark#3,742kilokilopReal Wakanda Hating HoursJoined21 Mar 2022Messages2,867Author's Note: Remember when I said my muse was fickle at the beginning? Yeah, I'll be honest, I try to release on Fridays, but that's not always possible. Writer's Block hit like a bitch, and that's what I'm sticking with.
So anyway, have what I managed to finish.
Heeeere's Angel Brainrot!
PoV - Abel, Allergic To Rocks
I decidedly ignored Father and the newly arrived angel as they quietly talked off to the side of the farm, even if she was very pretty.
Like, gosh, she might be the prettiest lady I have ever seen. Well, second prettiest. Father once said that no matter what, a son has to tell their mother that she is the prettiest woman ever.
Father really had some amazing advice. I cannot remember how many scoldings I escaped from just by calling my mother or one of my aunts pretty and sincerely apologizing. Is this the power of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil? What wisdoms must have been offered?
Behind me, helping with the goats, Lord Rachumel sneezed.
He was a bit of a goofy guy, really, but he was not all that different from Mother in antics. I certainly had a good opinion of him, especially since he let me play with his pet raccoon and platypus.
I had never seen a raccoon or platypus before! But Stella and Perry were well-behaved, and I enjoyed playing with them. I took a moment to scratch under Stella's chin, cooing at the teleporting animal. She is a fluffy girl, yes she is~!
I reached over with my other hand, gently patting the sleeping Perry. His fur was even softer than Stella's, and I heard him chirp in delight as I ran my hand over his head. "You are the softest boy, yes you are, Perry!"
"Wow," Rachumel spoke up from where he was milking a goat into a clay bucket. "Perry and Stella warmed up to you fast. They usually like to just laze about whenever we don't travel, but they're clambering up just so you can pet them."
"Yeah, Mother said I've always been good with animals!" I replied, both my hands stroking the fur of the clearly magical animals purring contently in front of me. "She says I got it from Father. They like him even better than I."
"Well, when you're responsible for their particular lineage, the animal tends to remember that," Rachumel replied.
"Yeah, that makes sense." I nodded, then returned to petting the two animals near me. "Oh right! I had another question, Lord Rachumel!"
"Yes, Perry is a mammal, and you don't have to call me 'Lord', even if the respect is nice."
"Not what I was going to ask, but neat!" I will remember both of those things!
"Oh. Then go for it, sport."
"Why are you avoiding Mother?"
Rachumel slowed, blinking as he stood up from where he had just finished milking the goat. "Sorry, what?"
"You tend to avoid areas where she has been these past few days," I said, gathering the angel's full attention towards me. "I do not think anyone noticed, except for me, and if I noticed, then Mother certainly did."
Mother noticed everything. One time, Cain and I accidentally broke a pot when we fought as kids, and we managed to get it outside, into the fields, and buried under dirt in under ten minutes while Father and Mother destroyed a monster attack.
Mother didn't even wait before walking over to both of us and pulling on our ears until we confessed, and she was already looking at the exact spot we buried it.
Mother noticed all.
Rachumel gave a chuckle, even as he shoo'd away the goat. "Well, I'm a busy man. Gotta earn my keep like Lilith and Helel."
I gave a slow nod, even if I refused to accept the evasion at all. Lady Lilith had actually been supremely helpful with our animals, checking for sickness and overseeing a few of our pregnant goats.
Lord Helel refused to aid in "common matters", which I thought was kinda rude, but he was currently flying around the village proper, setting up warning wards and other magical protections at the behest of his little brother.
I think he was just trying to avoid Lady Gabriel, honestly. She seemed to grow morose upon seeing him, and he refused to look at her. There was history there we did not know, but maybe the angel in front of me would explain.
"Well…" Rachumel bounced his head on his shoulders, biting on the words he was choosing to say. "It's not that your mom and I hate each other or anything. She's a great gal, honestly. One of my best friends. Kind, patient, wicked smart, and has big, er… personalities!"
"You can have more than one personality?" I asked, shocked.
"I saw a woman with three once, and I remember that piece of shit movie fondly." Rachumel looked off into the distance, a wistful smile on his face.
"What?"
"Anyway!" Rachumel continued, shaking his head, and I let my confusion settle to the side as he moved to continue. "Let's simply say that while your mom is an amazing woman, there were… possible comments and offers I made back in Eden that I have realized were… ill-considered! Yes, ill-considered, when I think of myself and my reality."
"I comprehend your meaning," I lied. I like to sound wise and mysterious too!
He chuckled. "I don't think you do, but suffice to say, your mom is scary."
"Oh, she spanked you, too!"
A cough sounded from the angel and I couldn't hear his raspy, quiet response. "-she wanted me to. ANYWAY!" Rachumel shouted loudly, drawing Adam and Gabriel's attention towards him briefly before turning away. "Do you know how to do magic, Abel? Specifically of the 'deflecting rocks towards my head variety', in fact?"
Oddly specific. "Uh, not that kind, no?"
"Would you like to?!"
"…Yeah!"
Perry farted. So I decided I would rub his plush belly and coo over him a bit more before learning whatever the angel wanted to teach me.
Cain, Abuser of Poor, Innocent Rocks That Definitely Don't Like Hitting Heads
The afternoon sun was clouded today, and I basked in the lesser heat for the moment. Even if it could be inhospitable at times, I loved my home. The loose, dry dirt that crumbled under your feet. The sharp shrubbery that laced the ground, fighting to survive, just like us. Trees that stretched their branches out and wide, grasping at all the sun they could. The light green leaves, bright in the orange light of the afternoon sky, rustled with the dry air that swept through the world.
I took a deep breath of that same air, and looked upon where Rachumel awaited, kicking his feet from where he sat on the fence my family had installed decades ago.
"Why were you throwing rocks at Abel?" I asked, calmly. I stood next to him.
"…Preemptive defense," he answered, not looking me in the eyes.
"They came pretty close to hitting him," I said, calmly. My hand settled on his shoulder.
"Did you know he's kind of a magic prodigy? He got down a nice light shield about five minutes after I showed him. A lesser dude might feel emasculated!" He continued to look away from me as my hand gripped him lightly.
"Yes, I saw that." I inhaled deeply, and let go of his shoulder. "Thank you for teaching him something to protect himself with. Please do not do so again without supervision."
Rachumel finally turned and gave me an awkward grin. "Yeah. Sorry. Got caught up in the moment, a little bit. Excited to help."
"I've noticed." I moved to sit next to him. "That you like to help."
"Er, yeah. Helping is good."
"Most times."
His smile dropped. "Don't try to hit me with that 'some help can only hurt' crap. You're a century too young to try to pull that on me, buddy. Helping can backfire, yeah, because you rarely know the full circumstances of how someone got fucked over. But helping itself? Giving aid to another without expecting reward? That's always good. It must always be a good act. Intentions matter, even if results often drown out any other words on the matter."
"…I somehow forgot you are older than me," I said, wry amusement coloring my tone. I had to admit, remembering he was an angel was hard, compared to Helel. "You like to hide how wise you are."
Hell, he acts more human than Lilith does.
The angel snorted. "Meh, I don't advertise it, usually." He turned away from me and shrugged. "Wisdom's just something you collect with experience and time. If I'm wise, then it's because I paid attention to what worked, and what didn't." His eyes slid over to meet mine. "Pay attention to that, and history will remember you as 'Cain the Lord of Common Sense.'"
I chuckled, and let the tension about Abel earlier fade away. "I can only hope to live up to such an auspicious title."
"You might be the first!"
I cast my gaze to the far horizon, ignoring the humming that the angel next to me suddenly erupted in. I watched as the sun bled orange and red into the azure skies, setting the world aflame with an almost morose purple light. I had seen it a thousand, thousand times before, but I wondered now if it might be my last. "Rachumel."
"Whaddup?"
"Why are my two options reconciliation and leaving?" I pushed off the fence to stand once more. I inhaled deeply, mastering the anger I had become all too familiar with. "You have the Sight, don't you?"
Rachumel quirked an eyebrow. "The Sight?"
"Future. Prophecy. Fate." I cut my hand through the air. "Whatever ability you have that lets you see how the world would twist and turn."
The short angel hummed again, almost like laughter behind his teeth this time. "Kinda-sorta-maybe-not-really. But that's not what you're really asking, so it really doesn't matter for your question."
I stood silent, staring him down. He met my gaze evenly, unafraid despite the gulf of power between us.
(Neither of us noticed Abel and Helel hiding behind the grazing goats, masking their energies.)
I breathed in, and let it out slowly. "Why?"
"I can't claim to have perfect vision, you know. I saw…" His gaze flicked at me, before he hummed and continued, "…I saw a single road. And all the choices made on that road, to some degree. I didn't see the choices that went off the road. I didn't see the choices that differed from this one road."
"So the future is malleable?" I focused on what he was trying to pass on.
"Well, obviously. Even me telling you this has probably shifted 'What Will Be' or Fate, or all that." Rachumel bounced his head off his shoulders. "To me, Fate and Destiny are just the natural consequences of every choice made before they arrived. I got to peek at the story as it was composed, I suppose."
"Then… Why does anything have to change here? Why-"
"Because I saw what would happen if no one confronted you over your… impiety feels overly negative for this conversation; let's go with 'general attitude', yeah." Rachumel's face was neutral, staring out at the setting sun. "Your 'general attitude' towards the worship of God didn't end well. I'll admit, the choices I offered were the extremes. The ones promised to work, but they didn't take much of who you really were into account."
"So… What?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "You are dodging my question."
"It's not a fun topic," he replied. "I'm trying to avoid being blunt."
"I would appreciate you being blunt, at this point," I said, checking my annoyance. He is trying to help, I know he is.
"…I was there, you know. I was there when the serpent tried to trick your mother, and then your father. Fucking scaley bastard." Rachumel spat off to the side. "If I had known who he really was, I would have jumped him with Gabby and Helel and Mikey." If I was reading him right? Rachumel genuinely hated the Serpent.
(In hiding, Helel blinked, and Abel mouthed, "Mikey?")
"…You really hated him?" I clarified, my own anger somehow cooling at Rachumel's display.
"You can check with your parents," he answered, one hand tapping his nail into the wood absentmindedly. "Kicked his scaly-butt for decades, but the one-time I got too busy to pay attention, the Serpent stopped sand-bagging."
"…I have no idea what that phrase means."
"It meant that in acting the role, the Serpent was restricted. As weak as a normal snake. I once spent three hours slamming his head against a rock." Rachumel's frown was deep on his face. "Then Bitch-Ass Scaley-Face successfully tricked your mom - somehow, and don't think I'm not annoyed by that! - and the gloves were off. Thankfully, I had Perry, or I'd be pushing daisies."
I looked back over at where the massive platypus was sleeping next to my house, his clawed back-leg - the one currently dripping a nasty venom - twitching from a dream. What the fuck did he feed his pet? "This is interesting-"
"But it ain't what you asked. I know." Rachumel dragged a hand down his face. "I just- I wanted you to know I spent a century protecting your parents, okay? When I was trying to help, it was because I didn't want to hurt them."
I swallowed back any retort. If he wasn't lying - and the angel didn't strike me as one who lied about serious matters - then the little guy was struggling with… his own failures, I realized, my eyes widening as I connected the thoughts. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much Eden weighed on you," I said, my voice low.
"It was not the best day to be Rachumel, let me tell you," the angel joked, the fragile smile holding firm. "Shit happened that day.
(Helel winced from behind his cover.)
"So you have insinuated."
"Mhm." Rachumel looked away to the horizon, and then gave out a long sigh, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite parse. "I am so lucky I am Mommy's specialest boy right now." Before I could ask what he meant, he pushed up from the fence, and floated before me. "Fine. You wanted to know why I said 'reconcile or leave.'"
"Yes." I squared my shoulders.
"…You did ask for this. In a world where you do not pick either of the options I have offered… " Rachumel held my gaze, before he uttered words that shattered my calm. "You murder Abel."
The earth fell out from under me. My heart stuttered, and my lungs seized. "Liar," I said, my voice croaking with disbelief.
"Mom above, I wish I was." Rachumel simply floated there, sorrow laced in his words. I stumbled back, and fell to the floor on my ass. I looked up at the diminutive angel, and he continued, "The Truth is a terrible thing sometimes, Cain."
(Behind the goats, Helel's hand silenced Abel before he could say a word, the fallen angel unusually focused on his brother.)
"I-I… That cannot be me. I could not- I will not-" I could barely breath, shaking with the weight of the words he sentenced me with.
"The poison of Envy would have twisted you," Rachumel said, with words that sounded like the pity of Father but lacking the condescension of his familiarity. "It would have stoked justified anger into violent, uncaring Wrath."
"Over… over sacrifices?!"
"Yes."
"That is not me! I would-" I choked, cutting myself off. I could feel the blood in my veins burning as it raced, but it was as cold as death. The creak of my bones filled the air as my tendons forced pressure from how tight my fists clenched.
Rachumel raised his hand. "Can you truly say it wouldn't have? Can you truly say that gripped in the throes of invidiousness, you would not have succumbed to your worst impulses?" Floating above me, wings spread wide, face shadowed by the setting sun behind him, I realized I was before something inhuman that stared down at me. "Because I can't."
The silent self-recrimination hung in the air like the death cry of one of Abel's goats. I sat frozen on the ground, staring up at an angel that didn't look at me with judgement, or pity, or even anger… but exhaustion. "What?"
"I'm not perfect - hell, I'll admit I'm not exactly the most pious guy around,"Rachumel explained, a bitter mirth in his words. "I'd even be the first to tell you that it is totally natural to think about hitting your younger brother in the head with a rock."
"…Eh?!"
(Abel stared in confusion, and Helel mouthed a silent, "What the fuck?")
"The truth is, Cain, that for all my knowledge, wisdom, and apparent foresight? I don't know when someone is gonna hit rock bottom. I don't know when someone is going to have their One Bad Day and go ballistic." His gaze never left mine. "All I know is that they happen, so I can try to mitigate the fallout. Maybe someday, I'll really prevent tragedy." He shrugged. "I won't be stopping until I get killed, at least."
"Is this my destiny?" I asked, swallowing hard as I pushed myself to my knees. "Is this my future? To become a kinslayer?"
"Maybe."
"…because it hasn't happened yet. Because my actions can still change." I looked down at my hands, tracing the calluses by sight.
"Sure."
I looked up, bewildered. "Why do you sound unconvinced?"
"Well," Rachumel bounced his head on his shoulders, in that way I was coming to realize he considered his words. "People can change their actions, true. But they're still the same person underneath, usually. If you want to shatter a prophecy, or rearrange your fate, Cain? You need to change who you are." His finger came up to prod my forehead. "You need to have an honest look about who you are as a man, and ask: 'Am I happy with who I am?'"
I mulled over his words as he withdrew his finger. "To leave…?"
"Would be to accept that you are fine with who you are - which is not that compatible with your father, mother, and brother, I think you've realized by now." Rachumel smiled down at me, a soft thing shadowed by twilight's end. "And that's okay." His hand reached out, his palm pressed to my scalp. "I think you're a good man trapped in an unenviable situation."
"But to stay, you think I have to change?"
"Yes." Rachumel's eyes closed. "Whether you acknowledge it or not, there is pain inside you over the Lord's favor." His eyes opened again, and he smiled. "What happened to your family is unfair. I acknowledge that freely." I could see how his smile wavered. "But the truth of the world, of this reality is, Cain? That you can do everything right… and still lose. That is not weakness, but life."
"…Life sounds like suffering for the sake of suffering, that way."
"Heh. Yeah." Rachumel's hand dropped away, and he shrugged. "Life is beautiful. Life is cruel. Life is suffering." He lowered himself to the ground, standing before me and pressing his hand onto my heart. "But that's why there's Compassion. Pain shared is pain halved." The angel looked into my eyes again, and I saw luminous platinum flickering in his blue gaze for a moment. "Rejoice with those who rejoice, Cain, and weep with those who weep."
At his words, I felt the icy fear in my heart thaw, ever so slowly. "Rachumel…"
(In the bushes, Helel sharply inhaled, his eyes wide. Abel knelt in amazement, staring in awe.)
The glow faded, but Rachumel did not seem to notice. "God is always listening, buddy. Why not try opening a conversation? I think a good, long talk between you and your Grandparent will do you a world of good."
I felt my breath hitch, and a watery, pained laugh escape. "You really think the Lord would hear me out? After all I've said and done?"
Rachumel gave me a boyish grin. "You'll find that Mom is always waiting to give a second chance to those who ask. And a third and fourth for those who wander from the path." He turned and began to walk off, his wide gait a comical match for his diminutive size. "So, be honest, not just with Her but yourself. What have you got to lose?" He called out.
"...And what are you going to be doing?" I asked, not out of any need to know, but from honest curiosity from this angel who just changed my life.
"Me? I'm gonna go see if I can make out with Gabby while slamming Lilith's ass to gaping!" He said, a bright chirp to his tone.
(Helel facepalmed as Abel blushed, both taking the moment of distraction to flee the scene.)
…I really do not know what I expected. I thought, watching the little pervert waddle away. Pausing, I took a moment to look around my surroundings… and pressed my palms together. "Oh Adonai, Creator of Heaven and Earth-"
The world shook, and I froze as my Mother's voice rang filled the air. "THE DEMONS ARE HERE!"