As the first few years went by, the soul within the body developed its own consciousness. To say it was fascinating would be an understatement.
It felt like a small flame grew, carefully tendered to by nature and yours truly. He couldn't help himself, it was all so amazing.
In a way, he was watching the birth of a sister. of life itself.
Most of his angelic nature was kept at bay, of course. He doubted Geraldine could use his powers, but he was careful nonetheless. He did not want her to cry out for food or milk and vaporize the house in a blinding flash of divine white light.
Whenever the mother, Kelly, pushed Geraldine (or Gerry, as they called her for short) towards her breast, the lips involuntary sucked on it in search of sustenance.
Gross.
At age 3, he finally managed to get the child to stand still in front of a mirror. It was extremely willful and Raziel had much trouble with forcing the body to move the way he liked. Perhaps because he was sharing it, for it was no simple possession, the act his brothers and sisters needed to perform in order to interact with the world of men.
When he did, the image of the child amused him. It was small and vulnerable, yet filled with potential. Remembering a certain detail from his birth, as well as the numerous mentions, he gets closer to the mirror to see into his eyes. Blue circles, black dots in the middle...and those two golden stars. Glowing faintly, if one were to look carefully. Glowing with celestial power.
The rest may look human, but those two five-pointed stars were all his.
(The ridiculous comparison of celestial bodies with the highly different symbol for 'star', he will not discuss.)
Staring at them, Raziel felt his own light. The symbol of his still vast celestial power, revealed only through these twin stars and smiled.
The pleasant feeling was all that Geraldine needed as a distraction to enforce her will over their shared flesh and move them away and back to the tiny jigsaw puzzle, they had been toying with.
Raziel only got more and more fascinated with human culture. He had no idea really just how long he had been.....dead. Non-existent? Just specks of angelic essence, looking for a way to come back into the world?
He also had no idea how it had all happened. He was glad though, that's for sure.
Just as he had predicted, humanity could evolve beyond their simple existence he had observed prior to his demise. Back then, they hunted for food and shelter and mated with each other to continue on their species. Raziel knew however that they had potential for so much more.
And look at this. This home, which is definitely not a cave, this....technology and even that puzzle, which would help improve their way of thinking by solving it right.
No longer just hairless apes.
A certain annoyance settled in Raziel, since the child couldn't seem to understand that trying to force a piece into the wrong place would not work. In the end, he took control of their body for a second in order to put the piece into the right spot.
Geraldine had what must have been a look of confusion at that and then giggled, while clapping her tiny hands.
Inwardly, the archangel smiled again. He could get used to this.
At the age of 5, Geraldine had finally grown out of whining for every little thing and had learned to talk from her parents. And not by their ridiculous, yet adorable, word-plays or whatever. Being inside her, he had a close observation of the processes that happened inside her little brain. She had been listening to everything everyone around her had been saying, memorizing words and letters, until now. Now, she had finally learned their meanings and could speak.
"Momma." was her first word. The father, Henry, quietly grumbled that kids first notice their mother, but both of them were immensely happy.
And God, was he happy.
No more constant whining.
(Just the occasional whines about this and that, but what of it.)
They even bought her an animal. Apparently, humans were now living with some animals instead of killing them. Or eating them. Or both.
The animal in question was a big furry St. Bernard dog, called Chester. The relatively monstrous beast wouldn't stop barking for the first minutes, until Raziel unleashed some of his angelic power and forced the beast into submission.
"Down mutt!" he commanded and Chester sat on his behind and began licking Gerry's (as her parents called her) face.
Disgusting.
Yet apparently, the girl thought it adorable.
"Cute little puppy." she squealed in joy and Raziel could only roll his eyes. She began hugging and palming the animal and the archangel almost pitied the poor creature for its rough handling.
"Gerry, dear. Leave poor Chester alone and listen to me, darling." With substantial reluctance, Gerry looked at her mother and left the dog be. "Now, darling, you are almost 7 years old, so come September, you are going to school. Isn't this exciting?"
School?
What is a school?