" 'He…he promised us that he would give us a good project of our own to follow. He promised that if we said nothing we would be given more big projects-and he was true to his word. He gave us Death.'
"I turned back to Phanuel. 'Well?'
" 'It is true that I claimed that Love was mine.'
" 'But it was Carasel's. And Saraquael's.'
" 'Yes.'
" 'Their last project-before Death?'
" 'Yes.'
" 'That is all.'
"I walked over to the window, looked at the silver spires, looked at the Dark. And I began to speak.
" 'Carasel was a remarkable designer. If he had one failing, it was that he threw himself too deeply into his work.' I turned back to them. The Angel Saraquael was shivering, and lights were flickering beneath his skin. 'Saraquael? Who did Carasel love? Who was his lover?'
"He stared at the floor. Then he stared up, proudly, aggressively. And he smiled.
" 'I was.'
" 'Do you want to tell me about it?'
" 'No.' A shrug. 'But I suppose I must. Very well, then.
" 'We worked together. And when we began to work on Love…we became lovers. It was his idea. We would go back to his cell whenever we could snatch the time. There we touched each other, held each other, whispered endearments and protestations of eternal devotion. His welfare mattered more to me than my own. I existed for him. When I was alone, I would repeat his name to myself and think of nothing but him.
" 'When I was with him…' he paused. He looked down. 'Nothing else mattered.'
"I walked to where Saraquael stood, lifted his chin with my hand, stared into his grey eyes. 'Then why did you kill him?'
" 'Because he would no longer love me. When we started to work on Death, he…he lost interest. He was no longer mine. He belonged to Death. And if I could not have him, then his new lover was welcome to him. I could not bear his presence-I could not endure to have him near me and to know that he felt nothing for me. That was what hurt the most. I thought…I hoped…that if he was gone, then I would no longer care for him-that the pain would stop.
" 'So I killed him. I stabbed him, and I threw his body from our window in the Hall of Being. But the pain has not stopped.' It was almost a wail.
"Saraquael reached up, removed my hand from his chin. 'Now what?'
"I felt my aspect begin to come upon me; felt my function possess me. I was no longer an individual-I was the Vengeance of the Lord.
"I moved close to Saraquael and embraced him. I pressed my lips to his, forced my tongue into his mouth. We kissed. He closed his eyes.
"I felt it well up within me then: a burning, a brightness. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Lucifer and Phanuel averting their faces from my light; I could feel Zephkiel's stare. And my light became brighter and brighter until it erupted-from my eyes, from my chest, from my fingers, from my lips: a white searing fire.
"The white flames consumed Saraquael slowly, and he clung to me as he burned.
"Soon there was nothing left of him. Nothing at all.
"I felt the flame leave me. I returned to myself once more.
"Phanuel was sobbing. Lucifer was pale. Zephkiel sat in his chair, quietly watching me.
"I turned to Phanuel and Lucifer. 'You have seen the Vengeance of the Lord,' I told them. 'Let it act as a warning to you both.'
"Phanuel nodded. 'It has. Oh, it has. I…I will be on my way, sir. I will return to my appointed post. If that is all right with you?'
" 'Go.'
"He stumbled to the window and plunged into the light, his wings beating furiously.
"Lucifer walked over to the place on the silver floor where Saraquael had once stood. He knelt, stared desperately at the floor as if he were trying to find some remnant of the angel I had destroyed, a fragment of ash, or bone, or charred feather, but there was nothing to find. Then he looked up at me.
" 'That was not right,' he said. 'That was not just.' He was crying; wet tears ran down his face. Perhaps Saraquael was the first to love, but Lucifer was the first to shed tears. I will never forget that.
"I stared at him impassively. 'It was justice. He killed another. He was killed in his turn. You called me to my function, and I performed it.'
" 'But…he loved. He should have been forgiven. He should have been helped. He should not have been destroyed like that. That was wrong.'
" 'It was His will.'
"Lucifer stood. 'Then perhaps His will is unjust. Perhaps the voices in the Darkness speak truly after all. How can this be right?'
" 'It is right. It is His will. I merely performed my function.'
"He wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. 'No,' he said, flatly. He shook his head, slowly, from side to side. Then he said, 'I must think on this. I will go now.'
"He walked to the window, stepped into the sky, and he was gone.
"Zephkiel and I were alone in his cell. I went over to his chair. He nodded at me. 'You have performed your function well, Raguel. Shouldn't you return to your cell to wait until you are next needed?'"
The man on the bench turned toward me: his eyes sought mine. Until now it had seemed-for most of his narrative-that he was scarcely aware of me; he had stared ahead of himself, whispered his tale in little better than a monotone. Now it felt as if he had discovered me and that he spoke to me alone, rather than to the air, or the City of Los Angeles. And he said:
"I knew that he was right. But I couldn't have left then-not even if I had wanted to. My aspect had not entirely left me; my function was not completely fulfilled. And then it fell into place; I saw the whole picture. And like Lucifer, I knelt. I touched my forehead to the silver floor. 'No, Lord,' I said. 'Not yet.'
"Zephkiel rose from his chair. 'Get up. It is not fitting for one angel to act in this way to another. It is not right. Get up!'
"I shook my head. 'Father, You are no angel,' I whispered.
"Zephkiel said nothing. For a moment, my heart misgave within me. I was afraid. 'Father, I was charged to discover who was responsible for Carasel's death. And I do know.'
" 'You have taken your Vengeance, Raguel.'
" 'Your Vengeance, Lord.'
"And then He sighed and sat down once more. 'Ah, little Raguel. The problem with creating things is that they perform so much better than one had ever planned. Shall I ask how you recognised me?'
" 'I…I am not certain, Lord. You have no wings. You wait at the centre of the City, supervising the Creation directly. When I destroyed Saraquael, You did not look away. You know too many things. You…' I paused and thought. 'No, I do not know how I know. As You say, You have created me well. But I only understood who You were, and the meaning of the drama we had enacted here for You, when I saw Lucifer leave.'
" 'What did you understand, child?'
" 'Who killed Carasel. Or, at least, who was pulling the strings. For example, who arranged for Carasel and Saraquael to work together on Love, knowing Carasel's tendency to involve himself too deeply in his work?'
"He was speaking to me gently, almost teasingly, as an adult would pretend to make conversation with a tiny child. 'Why should anyone have "pulled the strings", Raguel?'
" 'Because nothing occurs without reason; and all the reasons are Yours. You set Saraquael up: yes, he killed Carasel. But he killed Carasel so that I could destroy him.'
" 'And were you wrong to destroy him?'
"I looked into His old, old eyes. 'It was my function. But I do not think it was just. I think perhaps it was needed that I destroy Saraquael, in order to demonstrate to Lucifer the Injustice of the Lord.'
"He smiled, then. 'And whatever reason would I have for doing that?'
" 'I…I do not know. I do not understand-no more than I understand why You created the Dark or the voices in the Darkness. But You did. You caused all this to occur.'
"He nodded. 'Yes. I did. Lucifer must brood on the unfairness of Saraquael's destruction. And that-amongst other things-will precipitate him into certain actions. Poor sweet Lucifer. His way will be the hardest of all my children; for there is a part he must play in the drama that is to come, and it is a grand role.'