repentance. You boys need
to get your shit together.”
Samael was right. Ram had fumbled along without Uri’s help
long enough. There was still one question he had for Samael. “What happened between
Osce and Morta?” If Ramiel had an understanding of what had caused the hatred
between Uriel and Osce years ago, he’d be better prepared to handle what might
ensue “Osce still bears scars from that debacle and I’m sure if given the
chance Uriel would still see him dead.”
“I’m the Grim Reaper, don’t confuse me with the devil, man,
who you can believe had a hand in it somehow. You have to ask Lucifer about
that one.” Sam’s eyes pierced him. “Been home yet?”
Ramiel grinned wide at the thought of seeing Yael. “First I
have to see Michael and perhaps you should join me. I can crawl into a mind or
two myself. The kid is hands off until we at least give Uri a chance to fix
this. He’s one of us.”
“Sure, sure. It’s always fun to see what you guys can get
into next.” Sam looked at him. “Playing with this kid’s soul is going to cause
a lot of shit, Ramiel, you know that.”
“I know, damn it.”
They entered Michael’s domain and received icy stares.
“You’re late.” Michael paced the length of his study before
he turned to face Decima. “Are you sure Morta can handle this problem with
Uriel?”
“Yes.”
“I understand there must be change, even here in Heaven. Yet
we cannot afford another mishap like the one with you .” He glared at Ram
and that pulled a grunt from Samael.
“That turned out well don’t you think? Yael’s been a breath
of fresh air.” Ramiel smiled at Michael. He had thought the angel general no longer
concerned himself with that situation. Yael and Ram’s meshing had actually
worked out for the best. The balance she brought to his life and his love for
her restored compassion to the world. There was more peace and harmony among
men and it had continued to this day. Hope springs eternal!
“How did you manage to transform Yael and make her a part of
yourself?” Michael asked. To do such a thing without his awareness was unheard
of. Michael gestured upward with his head. “ He seemed to find humor in
it.” Ram was surprised to hear Decima chuckle.
Michael was charged with helping to maintain the balance of
good and evil and now Ramiel could assist him more since he had Yael. Thousands
of years of keeping angels and humans apart had been hard enough. The powerful bastard
offspring of angels ran amok and created havoc on Earth. The miscreants came
under the control of Uriel who had not been attentive lately and the Nephilim
had become a little too friendly with Lucifer, but Ramiel had a handle on that.
The three of them remained silent. An angel meshing with a Fate
would be much worse. To garner the favor of any of the Fates and hold it to
oneself could be disastrous. For Morta to be involved with Uriel in any way could
destroy the threads of death.
“Uri’s so unpredictable,” Michael stated. “We can only wait
and see if Morta can manage this on her own. Should she not be able to, we will intervene.”
Ramiel knew what that meant and he glanced at Sam, who wore
his face of death.
“Lucifer and I are going to see Uri now. Sam, stay out of
this for now.”
“I don’t like losing, so hurry.” Samael took his duties
seriously.
* * * * *
“Get out!” Uri thundered at Lucifer and Ram. “I don’t need
your crap right now.”
“That’s not going to happen so you may as well calm down,”
Lucifer said. “I won’t continue to clean up behind your sorry ass either.” He
spun around to Ram. “Why the hell does he have to live in my house?”
“Enough, and because he needs to keep an eye on your devious
ass. Damn, you’re both like kids. Uri, you have two choices—us or Samael, and
he will kill you if need be.” Ram’s voice jarred Uri. “Let’s go somewhere to
talk.” Ram dematerialized with both Uri and Luke in tow.
They