Anariel
Dunes of Nemesis
The archangel was shocked by how carelessly Abraham dispatched the souls, his casual damnation of them ripping into her psyche. She grimaced and watched him, her eyes narrowing with her anger. She broke into a jog, keeping pace with his larger form almost effortlessly. She would not let him simply walk away after performing such profane acts.
"It wasn't for Aditi that I asked you to, but for them. You had the ability to escape that which you didn't like, and you took it. They were already damned to eternal suffering by being here, and they'd been here for almost as long as either of us has been alive." She jogged out in front of him and then stopped, in his path.
"They deserved their relief, and you ripped that away from them. Their instinct to attack is from the rage and pain they feel from being trapped, not out of malice for the living. You know that, almost as well as I do. I..." She looked away, unable to hold eye contact with him.
"I've missed you, Abraham. Before we came down here, the two of us worked wonders together. I do not seek to reform you into what you were in the Heavens, but I know there's some good in you, just as there is evil in me. Unlike the others we work with, our fates are not so clear, and they never have been. We are the warriors of Light and Dark, Good and Evil, Order and Chaos. Yet here we are, working in tandem. There isn't a thing that I know of short of Satan or Aditi herself who could stand in our way without issue, and in that I revel, but I urge you to reconsider your act."
She shuddered slightly, looking up, unwanted tears slowly trickling down her face as the full breadth of her emotions caught up to her, demolishing her normally stoic visage. "I know you can still rescind your damnation of those souls, and I beg you to do so, for their sake. They do not deserve such cruelty..."