"Michael is overstressing with all the prayers, Father. He never received one and I think the emotions humans put in their words are too overwhelming." Gabriel stayed silent as he looked down to Earth, knowing no answer would come. "Michael would soon receive his own prayers as knowledge is being circulated by the prophets. I am afraid it is too much for him, Father."
Gabriel sighed, wings slumping at his sides.
"I did not know you still reported to Father, Gabriel."
He did not look up. "Hello, Raphael."
Raphael did not answer, she also sat next to him to get a better view of Earth. "The fights are receding. They probably realized nothing they do would release Lucifer."
"Not that it would stop them for trying to search a way."
"That is true," Raphael said before turning to look at him. "You did not tell me about the reports you are still giving. Did Father tell you to…?"
"No."
"Then why?"
