Cult of The Raven

”Not now but eventually.” Raziel responded, arms crossed as the male then asked about the odd crystal that had been thrown his way, beginning to glow with a faint golden light upon making contact with his skin. ”As for that, it’s a catalyst for angelic magic. Runic to be exact, I believe it’ll do better in your hands than anyone elses.” This was followed by him ferreting a book from a nearby shelf, and handing it to Jake as well. ”Draw these on yourself with that and they’ll do something, beneficial I assure you.”

”Really not trusting the whole free stuff thing right now. I’ve heard about a Raziel before and none of those things have been good things.” Samael stepped in, glaring at him rather direly. ”I hear you’re more likely to betray us before actually give anything.” Raziel rolled his eyes, looking rather annoyed by the sudden accusation.

”Rumors are ugly things you know. They’re usually not right, probably full of slander actually. For now, I’ll let you two return to your homes.” Whether Jake accepted the book or not wasn’t something that Raziel seemed to care about. ”Just tell me where you want to be dropped off.” The angel stated , as Samael found what looked to be a piece of paper and wrote something down with a pen he dug from his pocket.

”Anywhere you say? Anywhere but here sounds fine with me.” The ginger cambion noted handing the note that obviously had a cellphone number on it to Jake. ”If you need my help with something just call this. I usually pick up, unless I have outstanding problems.”

Jake looked at the strange crystal with a new found respect for the thing, angel magic. Neat. It was soon followed by a book of runes as Raziel seemed to call them, a token he accepted gladly.  It was then that Samael stepped in, wise wisdom that Jake was starting to think was just him being a half demon and not trusting one that was a full blooded angel being. Still he took Sam's words into consideration, even if it was just because of blood hatred. He knew more then Jake did so it wasn't entirely possible that what he said was mere rumors or name but held some truth to it.

But Jake could always overthink all this later, his attention right now on Raziel when he spoke of wherever they wanted to go, he could put them, Jake liked the idea of that quite a bit. It was also when Sam gave Jake a note with a phone number. "Thanks... um.. Good luck Samael." Was all he managed as he stared at it before looking to the angel, asking to be taken back onto the roof of a house in his street, sharing the details without much care. He just wanted to get home, go to his room and fall asleep, after some food, a shower and new clothes.. He had a lot to do before that well earned rest.

”I’ll need all the luck I can get.” He said with a sigh, massaging the bridge of his nose while the angel seemed to dismiss Jake from the room with a wave of the hand. That left Samael in the room, glaring at Raziel who was for the most part just looking unbearably smug.

”Really giving me a bad rap ya know. Give me a chance, might actually like me more than you know.” The angel said with a casual shrug, though all the half-demon did was scoff as if an unlikely joke was made. ”So, where do you want to go Samael? I have an idea, but I don’t want to make any assumptions.”

”If…you know where Razeth’s horde is, just drop me there.”

”I can do that.” There was a flash of light, and he found himself dropping onto something solid, the sounds of clinking coins following that. He rolled down a steep incline until stopping at the feet of someone he knew rather well.

”Dammit he knows too much.”