Arise o Youth, Destiny is Yours (No SV, Welcome to the MCU)

The Great Asian War 3: Angels

The Angel was not biblically accurate, as you were not rendered blind by the sheer horror of geometric shapes that should not make sense. Nor was it accurate to the Talmud or the Torah.

In fact, for a moment, you thought you were seeing a devil or the devil himself, because out of all the beings that could look somewhat human among the biblical or other cannon… you assumed it would be Lucifer.

Now you weren't a Christian by any means, but those dammed catholic art pieces were coming to mind. He looked like a man, a man who was both ancient, and young. His hair was seemingly changing color every moment in the sun, and his skin was like a man from your homeland, Israel. Not one who was part of the Diaspora. But one that never left.

This man was… well he looked like a man who looked far too pretty to be a person who was alive. Hell, you think this… thing was a boy and a girl mixed in some unholy combination.

The Angel was reading a book, taking a long, labored, and content breath as he looked up for a moment.

Then the book dropped and the Angel took a moment to look at you, before picking up another book from behind his back. "Oh thank God, your not, Aziraphale and Crowley…" There was a pause before the book dropped and the Angel rose to his feet, wings behind his back.

"Wait, your human?" you nodded as the Angel looked at his dropped books, and then back to you. "Oh, this is troubling? Are you Jesus?"

You raised an eyebrow. "I would hope not, I'm a doctor, not a carpenter, and I am rather not expecting to die by a Roman Crucification."

That made the Angel touch your arm, and you felt his power before he sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness, sorry for that, I just wanted to make sure this was not some prank that would start another religious war. Crowley made some man here in China believe he was the Brother of Jesus, and it took ages to clean up."

You raised an eyebrow. "Well right now, it's a rather secular conflict going on right now. No religion involved, unless you consider the state a religion now?"

You took a deep breath before looking at the angel. The Angel himself was rather surprised by your lack of surprise. "I'm sorry, most people would be groveling at my feet or screaming in pain. Or running away. Why are you not?"

"Because you're not the strangest thing or person I have seen in my life." You replied. "Plus most angels that tend to show up are bad news. Unless your telling me otherwise?"

The Angel then nodded. "Well, I suppose introductions are in order." He then gave a bow. "Remiel at your service Henrich Oster. I am your guardian angel."

You were quiet for a moment. "Where were you when I was getting tortured, getting shot in the head, or otherwise in glorious amounts of pain?"

Remiel was quiet for a moment. Taking a moment to find the right words to answer. "I never said was a good one. I was only in charge of weather, hope, and knowledge until about a century ago. To be honest, I'm still learning the ropes. Not like Mike who's done this since the start."

You were confused. "So God, and the Angels, Lucifer-"

"All real, and Lulus a dick, but not as bad you people make him out to be. He is, as you would call it, more in touch with humanity than he has any right to be." Remiel stated as he opened his book.

"But why are you here?" You asked.

Remiel shook his head. "China has always been a hotbed for mystical activities. Even from beings that have no place to be in it. Like myself. Now there is but a problem with that. I need help."

"With what?" You asked.

"You see, there is an angel, you probably know him, he's been captured by the Heavenly bureaucracy of China. And I need to spring him before things get dicey."

"And what do I have to do with this?" You asked.

"Oh absolutely nothing, I can deal with it myself, but you just happened to show up and make things difficult for me. I am corporeal now. And now they can find me."

"Sorry for that." You replied.

"Oh, it's not your fault. Better me than Sun Wukong, he would have dragged you onto an adventure through a warzone. That fool is too aggressive for his own good." Remiel took a breath and waved his wings. "So, Until we meet again?"

Do you offer to help Remiel?:

[]Wait, let me help you with this, they will never expect a mortal.

[]Until we meet again.

AN:Enjoy.