The archangel was absolutely fuming with rage, shaking with how angry she was. Soaring through the air Uriel was heading right to where she knew her little sister, Sirona, was. Since she had heard the news that it was Sirona who had risen up Uriel couldn’t believe it, that he weakling of a little sister could become a Goddess! HOW?! How could whatever powers that be pick SIRONA to be a Goddess when their was Gabriel out there perfectly fit and perfect for the job?! It made no sense in Uriel’s mind and she wanted to confront Sirona about this, call her out for being the fraud that she was.

To that end Uriel had made her way to Onnen and was now flying into view of Kanisa Kuu la Malaika, not that Uriel had any idea what that word salad of a name even meant! Probably something stupid, since that fit with Sirona, or at least Uriel’s view of Sirona. Seeing the abomination of a building, with the statue of some random angel on top of it, Uriel wheeled around in the air and dropped down right at the front doors.

Uriel burst through the door, shoving it open and walking inside with a scowl on her face, her nearly seven foot frame towering over pretty much everyone that was there. And it looked like Uriel had come at the same time of a service as everyone in attendance was sitting in the pews with a clergy member up at the front. But Uriel didn’t see Sirona, but everyone was looking at her now since she had burst through the door, add in that she was also an angel like the Goddess and she had the room’s attention.

Grinding her teeth Uriel looked around, she knew Sirona was here! ”Sirona, get out here, now!” She yelled as a clergy member got up and came over to her.

”Lady Glory isn’t here at the mo…”

”Don’t give me any fucking excuses, where, is, my, little, sister?! Get her here, now!” She yelled and he flinched as she swore and when she loomed over him nearly two feet taller than he was.

Someone must have called Sirona because the next thing Uriel knew there was a hand on her arm and she looked to see Sirona suddenly standing there glaring at her.

Things had been going smoothly for the last few weeks, nothing bad happened, yet, but Sirona knew that wouldn’t last. Something bad always happened, both small things and large things, but she was trying to prepare herself, and her clergy, for what might come. But she would never have been prepared for what would happen today. The clergy member was going through service and was inviting anyone that wished to do so to go to confessional after the service was over. Also there would be a small luncheon put on afterwards should anyone wish to get some food before heading home.

Sirona at the moment wasn’t at the Cathedral, she was out helping some of her clergy with another project on the far side of Onnen. She blinked as one of her clergy who was at the Cathedral mentally contacted her about some taller angel being there calling Sirona her sister and that she was really angry and swearing. Sirona groaned. ”Uriel, great.” She made sure the clergy she was helping would be ok without her before changing into her pure light form and taking off back to the Cathedral at lightspeed.

She appeared almost out of nowhere next to Uriel who was looming over one of her clergy members. Scowling Sirona grabbed Uriel’s arm and that got Uriel to focus on her. ”Come with me.” Sirona half growled and they both blinked away as Sirona teleported them to her own private quarters. Letting go of Uriel Sirona turned around and spoke up before Uriel could. ”What are you doing here, Uriel?! How dare you interrupt a service for the faithful and swear within the Cathedral like that!” Big sister didn’t like that kind of talking one bit and stepped right up to Sirona and they both were face to face, Sirona wasn’t backing down. Even without her Divine powers she knew she could beat Uriel down in a fight if she wanted to, Gabriel that time had caught Sirona off guard, but she knew she could beat him as well in a straight fight.

Drama followed their family like flies followed dung. It had been that way since their creation, and was unlikely to change just because they were in a new world…

It had been Raegul that had woken her eldest daughter, the Angel of Judgement had sensed trouble on the horizon, and that Sirona was likely to be involved… along with Gabriel and Uriel. The latter hadn't even remotely surprised Artiya'il - her Uncle and sister had always been troublesome, even in Heaven their self-righteous attitude had almost led to civil war amongst the Host… until her father had united their siblings through his 'betrayal'. Oh how little their family truly knew of her father, and of his Fall, though God was no better than Gabriel and Uriel - despite knowing and planning Lucifer's exile with her father and mother, even God had eventually begun to believe the lies, and turned against his son.
Artiya'il had felt no sadness in watching their Father die at Cataclysm's hands, God's end had been inevitable, it had been written, by forces no one understood, nor did Arti care to understand them if she was honest. God had met his end, by the power gifted to her mother, as was right, and the Angels had been cast out from Earth so that no more harm could be done to humanity by their presence… now of course Revaliir had to suffer their nonsense instead. 

Gathering her mother, her father and her sister Metatron together, the Archangel of Grief had opened a Gate directly to Sirona's door - the less time the spent in trying to get there the better, Uriel had a head start and Gabriel would not be far behind… and if they could diffuse the situation before Gabriel arrived, they would all be better for it. The small group arrived in time to see the two sisters facing off, and Artiya'il let out a sigh, brilliant, this wasn't going to end well no matter what they did, was it? "Sirona, don't let her rile you, it's what she wants," Arti called out, taking her mother's hand and leading the blind, wingless Archangel towards the others, Lucifer bringing Metatron along behind him, winking at the less confident Scribe. 
"I suggest you calm yourself Uriel, you are in the house of a God, whether you recognise Sirona as such or otherwise. You know better than to ignore the etiquette that comes with standing in a place of worship." Raegul warned softly, her sightless eyes fixed on the place Sirona and Uriel stood. 

If Uriel hadn’t been so angry she might have started when Sirona appeared out of nowhere beside her. She was about to start a verbal tirade when Sirona grabbed her arm before she blinked and the archangel found herself standing in another room. The room was spartan in décor, just what was needed and nothing else, yet it was a large room all the same. Again Uriel was about to speak but Sirona cut her off, demanding of the older angel what she was doing there. How dare Sirona, a younger and just a normal angel, demand something of an archangel like Uriel?! ”How dare you try and share this… blasphemous religion!” Uriel yelled back as she stepped right up into Sirona’s face. Uriel had no intention of believe that Sirona was a Goddess. To see her younger sister set up a cathedral such as this and lead people in a worthless faith was disgusting to the archangel. ”What has driven you to create such a fucking thing as this, Sirona?! Why would you go against our Father’s teachings and create a false religion?” Uriel questioned further.

Just as she finished speaking was when Artiya’il’s group arrived, and even Metatron was with them! ”Shit.” Uriel groaned to herself as Artiya’il spoke to Sirona and then Raegul spoke to Uriel, words that made Uriel grind her teeth. ”Bah, worshiping a false idol is blasphemy and you know it, Raegul.” Uriel spat back. ”She is no God, only a false one, a false prophet at best.” She would have continued, but Sirona interrupted.

When Uriel started to speak Sirona became more visibly angry compared to what she was before hand. Blasphemous?! If Sirona had been more of a vengeful type she would have had had a mind to clock Uriel upside the head for that kind of talk. It was bad enough that Uriel kept swearing like that something else that was starting to irk Sirona deeply. Sirona did feel Arti coming towards them however and mentally opened her private quarters in the Cathedral to her sister, parents and… someone else that was with them. Interesting, another part of the family to meet perhaps?

The 4 other archangels arrived and Sirona sighed, she didn’t need this, more to the point, she didn’t need Uriel. Uriel ranted a bit again but Sirona cut in. ”Enough, Uriel!” She added a little power behind her words and it made her voice echo around the room. ”I am going to make a few things as clear as I can to you, right now, and what you do with the information at that point is your problem.” Sirona’s gauntlets dropped off to the ground so she could get her hands free of them as she spoke. ”First, stop swearing with this Cathedral and its grounds, I do not tolerate such language. Second, I am a Goddess, like it or not, and I did not ask for this power, I was chosen by the Voice.” Uriel opened her mouth to speak at that point but Sirona held up a finger. ”Ah, quiet. I am the Goddess of Light and Strength, and I am doing my best to lead these people, the faithful, down a righteous and moral path. Next, we are not in Heaven anymore, Uriel, we aren’t even in the same world.” Sirona said and stepped up to Uriel again, looking up at the taller archangel, Sirona’s eyes brilliant as always.

”Lastly and most importantly. Do you not remember that I don’t have my memories? Gabriel knocked them out of her my head when he sent me to this world, and I don’t really want those memories back. Less so if I have to remember every little detail of what you were you like in that part of my life, you’re stressful enough as it is to have around. As for ‘Father’, if he really cared about me, then why did he allow Gabriel to banish me in the first place? Why didn’t he try and get me back after he found out I was gone? Hm? Not much of a father if you ask me.” The rage in Uriel’s eyes was real but Sirona ignored it and continued. ”You hate me, fine, to be honest I don’t care anymore, if you’re that petty that’s on you. They, She nodded towards Arti and her parents, eyeing the unknown archangel Metatron for a moment. ”have proven to me that they are family. They are my parents and my sister, you, Uriel, however, have been nothing but a thorn in my side since you arrived here. I don’t want you to hate me, but I want you to like me for who I am, and let me show you what I am trying to do around here.” Sirona sighed. ”You have a choice, Uriel; either set this hatred you have for me aside and at least let us try and be sisters, or, leave this Cathedral, do not return, and we can consider ourselves no longer family.” Sirona put the cards on the table in blunt lettering, now it was up to Uriel to make up her mind.

While she thought Sirona looked to her actual blood sister. ”Arti, mom, dad, it’s good to see you again. But, who is this?” She asked nodding to Metatron.