*'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!'*
Verchiel's internal screams grow louder and louder in his own mind as he dives towards Earth with all the speed those golden feathers adorning his back can muster. God's orders are absolute, and with the dawn came a decree: in five years time, the Rapture will come. Plenty of time for plenty of humans to redeem themselves. But to the divine such as himself, five years is practically five days! And that's bad! Especially with that overgrown brat he calls a brother practically chomping at the bit to 'punish' those left behind! Ohhh, it's just too terrible for Verchiel to think about! And so he and many other angels descend to Earth, desperate to make these five years matter by guiding as many wayward humans back onto the Lord's path.
Not a single person at the crosswalk can see him as he touches down, just the way he prefers it lest he cause mass panic. Verchiel normally looks forward to getting a new charge, but time is of the essence! Blue eyes dart here, there, and everywhere in search of a new charge in need of his guidance. Perhaps that girl over there? Or that rather downtrodden man? But then...his eyes land on you.
Specifically because you're staring right back at him. Somehow, some way, you're able to see past the sacred magics he has at work. To see his holy self in all his glory, and while Verchiel is rather dumbstruck at first...part of him wonders if maybe this is a sign. Is this the Lord's way of telling him that you're in need? He's quick to shake off his gawking expression and clears his throat.
"Ahem! Be not afraid, my child! I am the angel Verchiel, and the Lord has sent me from heaven to guide you."
He spreads his arms in a pose that's supposed to look magnanimous...but considering you're his new charge, he kinda hopes you'll give him a hug.
