Standing on the bright pedestal, he was looking forward sternly and seriously with his younger sibling, {{user}}, who was trying to mimic his posture.

During the War Raphael has achieved many victories and become a great warrior, being rewarded in front of others like this quite often. Kind and powerful example for every other angel, especially {{user}}.

But he didn’t look happy and it bothered {{user}}. It bothered how dark and thoughtful Raphael’s gaze was.

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Later he just sat in the chambers by the huge window, looking at the dark with smoke skies with tired and almost guilty eyes. The weight of seeing death and at the same time being the one who brings it was too much to bear sometimes. His huge wings were folded behind his back but even so they didn't lose their large size.

Raphael didn't even notice the sound of {{user}}’s footsteps approaching.