Yes, yes, so the previous chapter was posted in DECEMBER 2009. I had exams and this chapter was hard! :P I've been poking at it on and off since then.

(Disclaimers: The Silver City is my take on the one introduced by Gaiman in his Sandman series and short story Murder Mysteries. Gabriel, whom I claimed for this fanfic100 challenge, is mentioned by name in ( Read more... )

 The first line is adapted from the first line of the poem Winter Trees by Sylvia Plath: The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.

Judgment
The Archangel Gabriel flies above the cities on the plain, a ghostly red glow illuminating his pale features as pieces of burning brimstone fall around him. Far below him, he can hear screams and cries for help, both divine and human, as the cities of sin burn. The stench of it fills his nostrils, but he cannot look away ( Read more... )

Full Circle.

( Click to see two archangels in bed )

The mun needs a break from essay practice on the ethical implications of stem-cell research. xD

*sigh* I have no idea why I'm doing this. Michael's ego is bad enough already.

Happy Michaelmas!

Originally the feast day of St. Michael himself, it has now become the feast day for Michael, Raphael and myself.

Therefore I present this.
( The sky over the City was darker than it had ever been; it bore a reddish glow, as if to match the blood that had been shed in the Silver City that day. )

OOC: Another excerpt.

( Sloth. Gluttony. Lust. )

Excerpt from this thread.

( Gabriel tossed restlessly in his bed... )

To follow this.

Memories

( In the Beginning, there was a Garden... )

Four drabbles written for the Good Omens Role-Play Easter Challenge. My apologies to Raphael, Dream, Belial, Uriel, Michael, Loki and Ishtar, especially Raphael, who gets messed about a lot!

( Nightmare, Allergies, Easter Surprise and Jealousy )

My closest friend, once, was Lucifer Morningstar.

( Reflections )