[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Phoebe went out for only a few hours, and when she came back, she came back with a smile on her face.

Cyborg was sitting in the Great Lounge, a large screen projected from his arm, showing the progress of Alliance members placing suppressors around the world.

"Have you met Cassidy?" Phoebe asked after entering the room.

"That angel?" Cyborg lowered his arms, "See you. Bat and Superman met him and discussed the matter of capturing Lilith. We have tracked down the trace of this demon, and Lightning and Green Lantern set off to complete the mission not long ago. You don't have to worry, these two players always get the job done."

Phoebe nodded.

"What kind of world is this, God, angels, demons, aliens." Cyborg was still muttering as he turned the screen back on.

"Where is Constantine, did you go with me?"

"Konstantin and the Winchester brothers went out together, saying that they felt the presence of demons in Washington, and they were going to destroy some of them." Steel Bone replied honestly, "What are your plans? Wait until all the suppressors are set up." Finally, your strength will also be limited to the minimum, is it really okay?"

"It's not my strength," Phoebe replied.

She knew in her heart that she felt very uncomfortable when she first entered the Hall of Justice. Although the power of glory did not come from her origin, it had already adapted to her body.To suppress or strip away the glory now is as uncomfortable as taking away part of the soul.But she will have a major advantage over other angels and demons, and that is that she will live in a suppressed place until the battle begins.Jieshi's connection with God has been diluted to the extreme, and she will become the one who is most familiar with this feeling.

"In any case, what you have done is worthy of respect." Victor Stone seemed to smile, "Don't you need to learn from Professor X today?"

"The professor has gone back to Manor X. There seems to be some trouble between two students."

So the first impression of Charles Xavier reveals a lot.He not only has a pair of tolerant blue eyes, but also a tolerant and fraternal heart.In the course, not only Charles can read Phoebe's emotions and memories, she can also read part of Charles' emotions and memories.He is a truly great man, with the same concern for mutants as humans, and hopes that one day true equality will be achieved.

There is a reason why he got No.1 when he voted for his favorite superhero.

"So you have to find something for yourself?" Victor on the other end gave her a distracted look from the screen.

"I'm planning to go out and find someone," Phoebe admitted.

"Can I help?"

"I'm afraid it's someone who can't be found by global monitoring."

......

The person, or rather, the angel, Phoebe plans to go out to find is none other than Gabriel.

Raphael and Michael are in heaven, and Lucifer is in hell. According to legend, the Archangel Gabriel left heaven, but from Cassie's vague mention, Phoebe speculates that he may be walking on earth.

Another more real proof is that very occasionally, when she was with the professor trying to communicate with the most powerful force on earth, she could see some stars beyond the blinding light of God.These stars lie in the galaxy, some are as bright as the moon, and some are as dim as rice grains.Among these stars, there are four brightest and brightest suns, whose brilliance can only be overshadowed by the Father, and nothing else can affect it in the slightest.

Phoebe's first thought was: So God really didn't completely take away Lucifer's glory.

Phoebe's second thought is: when she first learned about the magical winter, her perception of the Milky Way really had an omen, and since then she can feel these stars, maybe the so-called fate is not entirely groundless.

She closed her eyes and walked in the direction pointed by the glory.

But finding an archangel is a job, sometimes it takes a little luck.

It was clear that Rongguang pointed the right direction, but Gabriel didn't know what method he used, he just dragged her to miss three cities, and finally blocked him in a remote town.

The skin of an archangel is very... small and dainty.

Even only a little taller than the little witch.

Gabriel sat on the fence, with his feet on the middle rail of the fence, his knees propped up with one hand, and he tilted his neck and looked up at her.His eyes were a bright amber color, which could see everything in a single glance.

"What do you want," the archangel asked softly, "my sister, what do you want?"

"Satan will be released, the soldiers of heaven are gathering, and the world will become a purgatory. Aren't you going to do something?" Phoebe asked.The intensity of her words rushing out of her mouth was much harsher than she had imagined, with some inexplicable anger and sadness.

"You know I can't do anything," the archangel replied.

"You can stand up and stop them, you are an archangel, you are the most powerful creature under the throne of God, if anyone can stop them, it can only be you." Phoebe chased, "But I will help you, we can Stop living beings from being burned."

Gabriel looked at her as if he had penetrated her flesh, reached her soul, reached her glory.For a long time, he shook his head. "Don't you remember anything? God's most powerful creation is man, and man will stop this fight. I cannot stand among my brothers, this pain is tearing me apart, I beg my father to release me from this pain Come out, he didn't answer because I had to leave."

"Why do you all think that Heavenly Father has left?" Phoebe was puzzled. "He answered me. He welcomed me. He hoped that I could do things that he couldn't."

"Father favors you," the archangel's voice was almost soft, "he always favored you."

"What do you mean by that?" Phoebe asked cautiously, her eyes swept over the glory of the other party, she was calm and did not see any deception.

"Because you lost your memory, you were able to fight and kill your former brothers so easily." The archangel continued, "I took you from my father's arms shortly after you were born. Michael killed you with sword and fire." Protect you, the morning star taught you all the skills that angels must know, and even the most ambitious Raphael never raised an eyebrow at you. Once when the father came to see you, he looked at you and burst into tears, 'my child will Kill my children', thus saith the Lord."

"Shut up!" Phoebe stepped back. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Lucifer was tempted by the blood mark to fall to heaven, and his father was reluctant to deprive him of his glory. In the past, you were more favored than Morning Star." Gabriel continued, "At that time, you were very close to Morning Star, and we all thought that Father It means that the killed child will be a human being, and I am afraid that even he thinks so. So the father washed you off the brand of an angel, gave you the power to empathize with all things, and put you in a mortal body."

"My name is Phoebe Scamander." Phoebe took a deep breath, "I'm just a human who happened to have the power of an angel."

"Thousands of Bodus came and you walked among the world, showing more and more love for human beings, and even love for all species. Father was very happy to see you like this, until not long after another precious child of his fell into darkness "Gabriel jumped down from the fence and reached out to touch Phoebe's forehead, "At this moment we know that a child killing another child has nothing to do with humans. Lucifer has been jealous of humans for a long time, until he saw you being killed by them. Assimilated, he was gradually seduced by the blood mark. Father couldn't bear this pain, thinking that he alone caused the fulfillment of the prophecy, so he left from heaven."

"If...if the Heavenly Father is really the Heavenly Father, his thought, whether it is me or Satan, will turn into ashes, so how can he be helpless." Phoebe asked rhetorically.Her blood rushed to her eardrums, her heart beat in her throat.

"Because he can control life and death, but he can't reverse emotions." Gabriel said.

His fingertips finally touched her forehead, and the radiance brighter than hundreds of suns exploded and burned from the contact point of the skin.

In a trance, Phoebe can still hear the voice of the archangel——

"He wants you to forget, but I want you to remember."