Every family has their traditions. Humans have a daily one. Dinner. A time to eat and commune with siblings. Angels have something similar. While the name in the human tongue is untranslatable, they’ve nicknamed it “Sunday Dinner” Where every angel in Heaven come together to exchange information, tasks, and some even get promotions. God shows up on occasion, but started this as a way for the angels to stay close to one another. Yet, some use this as an excuse to show off their power.

Despite the risk, Castiel figured this would be the best way for Celestia to meet her family. He stood at the meeting spot. An eternal windy spring day heaven of a young man who died falling off a waterfall.

“These are...all aunts and uncles?” Celestia asked, looking at the seemingly endless horde of angels before her.

“Yes. These are my brothers and sisters, so that’s correct from your perspective Celestia.” Castiel answered.

“They’re all pricks.” Lucifer quipped.

“Agreed.” Gabriel said.

“Language guys, Celestia is right there.” Metatron said.

“Meh.” Was their reply as they sighed, walking into the crowd.

Metatron and Castiel stood close with Celestia, who was shy in speaking with the rather large numbers of family. “How many are here?” She asked.

“We would be here for a while if I gave you the exact number, but there are more angels, here then there are humans on earth.” Metatron replied.

“Are there any others like uncles Lucifer and Gabriel?”

“Probably, but nowhere near as powerful.”

“Lucifer said he was the last of the...Archangels, right?”

“That is true, Arch angels were god’s first children and Lucifer is definitely the youngest. Although, he is far from the weakest.”

“He can rival the first archangel, Michael, in raw strength and power...and it’s shown several times. They don’t get along well.” Castiel said.

“Why?” Celestia asked.

“Lucifer is a...rebel, for lack of a better word. He loves our father, but hates how he gave humans more freedoms than us. Michel follows everything our father says, and didn’t question when god created man and gave them such immense freedoms.”

“I respect father’s decisions, but I do have to agree with lucifer on at least the subject on why we have so limited freedoms at least compared to humans.”

“OH FUCK YOU!” Came Lucifer’s screaming voice as a large explosion came from the distance in the crowd, and in front of the trio, fell a brown haired, green eyes young man who floated back on two feet.

“Really Lucifer?” He spoke, Lucifer appearing in front of him.

“Yes really, Michael. You have your own head so far up-” He stopped himself, seeing Celestia standing nearby. “...This isn’t over.” He said, snapping his fingers and vanishing to elsewhere.

“Well at least he tried to keep his mouth shut.” Metatron said.

Celestia looked a mix of scared and curious at Michael, who then noticed her and kneeled down to meet her at her height. “Well hello there. So you’re the one dad talked about? Our...niece? Right?”

“That’s right. Michael, this is Celestia, Celestia, this is Michael.” Metatron said.

“Celetia. Huh, name fits. So, has my baby brother been a bad influence on her?”

“Surprisingly Lucifer managed to teach her how to fly with her wings.” Castiel informed.

“Really? Well then, glad he’s good for something. Hey, what’s this?” Michael said, reaching behind Celestia's ear...and pulling out a highly reflective metal blade. An angel blade. “Ah, your angel blade.”

“Angel...blade?” Celestia questioned, taking the odd, to her, item.

“Micheal, what are doing?” Metatron said.

“It’s a trick the elderly do with the young on earth, though, usually it’s with a coin...or are you talking about the blade?”

“That first one was interesting to know, but I was referring to the second one.”

“Father told me she had heavenly power in her, and I can feel it too. Properly trained and exercise, she could match Lucifer and I. So it seems fitting she gets her own blade.” He said, then looking back at Celestia. “See this?” He said, pointing to the rune work on the blade and the feather imprint on the handel. “Those runes spell your name. Every angel has a blade with our names on it, and in it, I placed one of my feathers, gives it a little more kick.”

“Wow…” Celestia said, admiring the weapon.

“Rose is going to kill me…” Castiel muttered, knowing she will not approve of Celestia having a weapon.

“Probably Michael too. That woman is probably the only human I’ve ever meet that can scare angels with only words. How did she learn to do that by the way?” Metatron whispered to Castiel.

“No idea, she first did it to me when she realized I didn’t feed Celestia...I didn’t know she needed food like humans do.” Castiel whispered back, a hint of fear in his voice.

“I would like to speak with this Rose.” Michel said, gaining their attention. “Celestia here has power she hasn't even tapped into yet, at all, I feel I should be the one to train her to use it, and to fight.”

“You can try...but she has Lucifer’s respect, so she’s something to fear.” Castiel said, Michael leaving to her Heaven, and Celestia’s home.

Rose hated when she was alone in her heaven. True, it’s everything she wanted, but without Celestia, Castiel, even without Lucifer there, it was just...dull. She sighed, sitting on her rocking chair and looking at the eternal night time that her heaven portrayed the outside as.

“Who knew it was possible to get bored in heaven?” Rose said to herself.

“It happens.” Came a reply that scared her, because she didn’t expect one. When she turned to look, a brown haired, green eyes young man stood at the doorway, dressed in white robes. “Greetings.”

“Oh, hello, I wasn’t expecting anyone new to show up. Who are you?”

“Michael, I believe you are acquainted with my younger brother, Lucifer...I’m so sorry for that.” He chuckled.

“It’s no problem really. Honestly I should get use to you guys appearing behind me by now. As for Lucifer, no doubt he’s a bit of a prick, but he isn’t so bad once you get use to him. At least his heart is in the right place.”

Michael looked at Rose for a time. “Are...we talking about the same Lucifer? Hates humans, would sooner kill you than save you, pretty sure his heart is missing?” Michael asked, shocked someone, a human especially, said that about his rebellious little brother.

“Oh don’t get me wrong he definitely needs to rethink his methods, but I can understand where he’s coming form. I mean how would you feel if your superior gave someone brand new way more special treatment despite the fact you and all your co workers have been working together for years.

“...That’s literally what I went through...but alright. Anyway, didn’t come here to talk God’s reasonings with you, I came to talk about Celestia.”

“Why, just because he’s your father doesn't mean you aren’t allowed to question him. Everyone makes mistakes.”

I can see why Lucifer tolerates her now. Michael thought. “Again, here to talk about Celestia, and training.” He reminded, wanting the topic dropped.

“Training for what?”

“As I am sure you are aware, she possesses a great amount of untapped, and hidden heavenly energy. She absorbs and draws it from heaven, like all angels do, but this is...more. It’s like she naturally creates it within herself. I feel that she should be training to access and use this power as well as begin combat training. I have already given her her own angel blade.”

“YOU GAVE HER A SWORD?!” She shouted much louder than Michael thought was possible for humans.

In that moment, Michael did something he’d never done before...He flinched. “Every angel has them.” He defended. “So do Castiel, Lucifer, Mettaton, it’s a part of us, like her wings or horn. By the way that amulet doesn’t work on me...for some reason?”

“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THAT! YOU DON’T GIVE CHILDREN WEAPONS YOU WINGED DICK MORON!”

“God gave us all out blades the day we were created! I’ve had mine for as long as I’ve lived, and that’s LONG before you hairless apes came along!”

Rose did what no one on heaven or earth has ever had the balls to do. She slapped Michael. And somehow, it hurt, a lot.

He rubbed the spot where she slapped him...looking at her, shocked. “The heck?! That hurt?! What in dad’s true name are you?!?!”

“A responsible parent that cares for her child. Now stop acting like chicken because we are going to be here having a long talk.”

“HAHAHAHA!” Came laughter from the doorway, where Lucifer stood, having watched the whole display. “Oh! I knew there was a reason I liked you!” He said to Rose, still laughing and clutching his sides.

Before Michael could respond. “Lucy! Out!”

“Flower, wilt.” He replied, giving her a sly look. “Look Rose, it pains me to say this, and I mean I would rather fall head first into sharp rocks above a pool of lava hate to say this...but Michael has a point.” He said, gagging. “Oh, that’s new. Ugh!” He gagged again.

“Wait...you...are agreeing...with me?” Michael asked, shocked again twice in the same day.

“Yes. Omph!” Lucifer said, swallowing...whatever was coming up. “Celestia, while it’s slow, is growing up, she’s exploring earth, and she has a physical body. Castiel and I can’t keep track of her every second of every day. She gets hungry, tired, so it’s safe to assume that she can die also. And frankly...I don’t know if she’ll actually end up in heaven or fade out of existence like we angels do upon death. Plus, what if one day that power inside her goes wild? She could tear earth, heaven and the universe apart. It’s best she learns what she can do now rather than later when it’s harder or too late.”

Rose thought about this. Thinking her options over. She then turned to michael. “Fine, you can teach her how to use her power properly. However, you can only train her with her blade with me or Castiel supervising, I do not want my little girl getting hurt.”

Michael felt a new emotion more commonly known as sign of relief.

“But! Let me make one thing clear, this goes for you too Lucy, and any other angel who is taking care of her. If I find out anyone who let my baby girl get hurt. Let’s just say, hell will be taking notes of what I will do them. Understand.”

Both angels gulped, nodding then leaving the room out of a mix of fear and to take a breather. “Damn...Is it weird I found that hot?” Lucifer asked.

“...There is no way she’s just a human to be able to scare both of us like that.”

Back at “Sunday Dinner” once Celestia finally spoke to one of her family members, she turned into a social butterfly. Castiel and Metatron were glad to see her happy.

“Well now, what do we have here?” A tall, dark skinned man asked, walking up to the trio. He was dressed in white robes, and had some sort of gold headdress fashioned like wheat atop his head.

“Greetings Raphael.” Castiel said. “This is Celestia, my daughter and your niece.”

“Raphael, whose body is that?” Metatron asked.

“Oh this thing?” He asked, showing his vessel off. “Just a noble from a rising empire north east of Egypt. Fits we well, he gave up his body to me with pleasure.” He explained. “So, this is Celestia. I’ve heard a lot about you, though, I’m not very impressed with what I am seeing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Castiel asked, anger in his voice, though, he didn’t know it.

“Well, look at her.” He said, quickly grabbing her illusion necklace and ripping it off, her true form revealed for all to see. “Four legs, oversized wings. What is that? A horn? Hm, must be for stabbing, don’t see any other use for it. Whoever designed her must have been drunk, clearly not fathers work.”

Metatron covered Celestia's ears before she heard all that insulting stuff. Then he saw the look on Castiel's face and also covered her eyes for good measure.

“So what if she is not like the rest of us? She is a creation of a friend of our fathers and was entrusted to me for caretaking and raising.”

“Yes, and from what I heard your first night you were starving her then sought help from a lowly ape for answers.”

“I didn’t know she required sustenance.”

“I’m just going to take Celestia somewhere else to meet some more of her uncles and aunts.” Metatron said reading the danger from the situation. Metatron quickly moved her away from the two. “Come on Celestia this way.”

“Hm, look at you lot. We are worriers, healers, and, that one group of us, matchmakers...hate those cherubs, but we all were created and know what we are to do. Now, you lot are playing house. The scribe of god, the embarrassment of a little brother...and you. Castiel, the one who is a middle child. You were created to fight, then die as cannon fodder when the apocalypse arrives.”

“Hey there Bro.” Gabriel said, appearing next to Raphiel, squeezing his shoulder. “I uh, heard you talking smack about Celestia there.”

“Ah, yes, Gabriel. The cry-” Raphiel didn't get the chance to finish. Gabriel pinned him to the ground, stabbing him in the shoulder with his angel blade, then grabbed Raphiels blade and stabbed it into the other shoulder, pinning him down as he screamed. Then, Gabriel proceed to punch and punch, and punch Raphael till his face was black, blue, and bloody. He then whispered something to him.

“Come near us, especially Celestia ever...I will tear your head off, and shove it so far up your ass it ends up back on your neck. Got it?” Raphael responded by spitting blood in Gabriel’s face. He gave one last punch, knocking Raphiel out cold. He then took out both blades, tossing Raphiels back onto him. “Prick…” Gabriel said.

“That was a tad excessive, don’t you think?” Castiel asked, shocked at the level of brutality Gabriel was apparently capable of.

“...Look, I was planning on running away from all of this before Celestia came here. Brother or not, I will kill anyone who even insults her. If dad wants to ground me or whatever, that’s fine. I’ll still have done the right thing.”

“I...understand. This family...isn’t the best, but with all that I have seen today, even with that display from Raphiel...I believe Celestia might actually make us better. What’s that earth saying...Nothing fixes a marriage like a child?”

Gabriel chickled. “Yeah, sure thing there bro.” He said, patting him on the back. “Well, I’m gonna dump Ralph there into a volcano in what will one day be called America. So, see you in a bit.” He said, touching Raphael's unconscious body and vanishing with it.

Castiel rolled his eyes, though, part of him wanted to see that. He went back into the crowd of his flock, easily finding Celestia and Mettaton. “So, she didn’t hear any of that...or see that?” Castiel asked.

“No were good. She still has her innocence. So how did it turn out?” Metatron replied.

“Surprisingly bloody. I’ve never seen Gabriel do that to anything before. He’s currently dumping Raphiels unconscious body into a volcano somewhere.”

“Wow, sometimes I forget Gabriel is a archangel like Lucifer and Michael.”

“Same, he’s usually such a slacking prankster, but seeing that reminds you that he does have power. Well, so far it’s going well, wonder how Michael is doing convincing Rose to have Celestia be trained. Heh, I’m imagining him being hit by her frying pan over the head.”

“Wait, hold up. When did you get a sense of humor? And did you just laugh?”

“Gabriel has been tutoring me in the art of humor...I am enjoying it greatly.”

“This is getting creepy for me.”

“Sup?” The two looked up, seeing both Michael and Lucifer...walking up to them...side by side.

“Guys, Castiel laughed.”

“Him, laugh? Wow, did armageddon start early?” Lucifer jokes.

“So, why are you two next to each other and not slapping each other across the room?” Castiel asked.

“Surprisingly, Lucifer here helped convince Rose to let me train her...so long as she or Castiel are present to oversee it.” Michael admitted.

“She was harder to convince than you originally thought Michael?” Metatron said with slight smug look on his face.

“...Well...yes…”

“She slapped his face.” Lucifer added, making Michael slump over. “Was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Castiel confirmed. “Oh, and there was an...issue with Raphiel…”

Michael sighed. “I love the guy...but how he can be so old fashioned I’ll never know.”

“Probably because he keeps his angel blade up his-”

“Language!” Michael, Metatron, and Castiel all yelled simultaneously.

“...Fine.” Lucifer grumbled.

Much later while Castiel, Michael, Gabriel, Celestia, Rose and Lucifer were having a real sunday dinner. Celestia then asked a unexpected question.

“Mom, what does Fuck mean?”

Everyone dropped their utensils. Every angels eyes were now on Rose, who was keeping...a surprisingly scary plain face. “Celie dear, please go to your room.”

“Um...Okay?” She said, getting off her chair and headed to her room, closing the door behind her as she entered her room.

Rose then turned to all them looking like if hell was a person. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I have total control over my own heaven right?”

“Yes that is true.” Castiel answered, earning a glare from the others. “What?”