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It had come to Castiel's attention that he spent rather a lot of time talking about Hell -- in perhaps too great detail -- but he hadn't detailed Heaven. Well, he could rectify that easily enough ~~now that canon has given his mun some idea~~. He actually kind of smiled at the congregation when he stood before them, today. Which, you know, was kind of creepy, but whatever.

"Heaven," he said, "is Paradise. My experience with it as an angel will naturally be different from your experience with it after death, but that is as it should be. It should be noted as well that each individual's experience of Heaven will be different as well. Heaven is a construct of all your happiest earthly memories and ideal locations, your own private paradise. All of your loved ones will be there, exactly as you remember them. Or, rather, constructs of your loved ones will be there. They'll be just as you remember them because that is what they are: memories. This is, again, as it should be." He frowned. "At least that's what we're told."

Perhaps it was best not to examine that thought too closely.

"Most angels are assigned to be a support network for the immortal human souls after their arrival -- something I believe many of my brethren might have forgotten. Some angels to watch out for include Zachariah, who has six wings and four faces." Wait. "Or possibly a balding business man." Moving on. "Heaven is built along the Axis Mundi, which will appear as many different things to different people. It is the route one can follow to arrive in the Garden at the center of Heaven. That is where, I'm told, one might have found the Lord, before he . . . wandered off. Now you're likely to find Joshua, the keeper of the Garden. God talks to him." Castiel clearly didn't understand why Joshua got that lofty privilege. Dude was just a gardener, after all. "Anyway, the important thing is that you remain good, so you can get into Heaven. Where you'll have to dodge certain angels, and be surrounded by imaginary representations of your loved ones, whom you will likely never meet in person again."

[ooc: I love my canon. ~~OCD coming up!~~ And away we go.]

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"I actually find very little enjoyment in the destruction of anything." He did kind of like beating on things, though. And, okay, threatening smiting was always fun.

"Oh," said Angua. "One of those."

It should be noted, however, that this was coming from a vegetarian werewolf. But he didn't know that, and Angua was rarely against giving off the wrong impression of herself.

Castiel sighed softly, then decided he could probably get away with just a little bit of bragging.

"It's hardly entertaining when you can turn most things to dust just by willing it so."

"I can't argue that," said Angua, figuring she could reason the same when it came to ripping out jugulars, "but it isn't as if it's your only option."

She trailed off, just slightly, and frown.

"It isn't, is it?"

Who knew? Creatures on this Roundworld were odd.

"I could use the weapons of my vessel, but he prefers not to fight as well."

The consistencies of answers like that was making Angua realize slowly that this was a bit like trying to have a conversation of this nature with Carrot. It just didn't really work very well.

She sighed, slightly. "Fair enough. So, just one main god, staking other gods, and a preference against fighting. I can see why it's successful here, but, if you don't mind me saying, you'd have a hell of a time convincing anyone in Ankh-Morpork."

"Ah yes, I believe I met someone else from that world. As far as I can tell, that one and mine are very, very different."

"Vimes," Angua confirmed with a nod. "That's my boss. In both this world and my own. When he told me about the whole one god who wasn't Om thing, I wasn't sure I believe him."

"You'll find the people of this town come from many different traditions."

Angua looked at the angel fellow for a moment. Then she blinked. She followed that by saying, "So, this God, he covers Obviousness, too?"

Hey, she was the one talking about not believing that there were those who followed "one god who wasn't Om", okay?

"Officially, yes. He covers all things. Though there is generally an angel or a saint who takes on individual duties. I, for instance, am known as the Angel of Thursday."

Angua's head tilted. "Why Thursday?" she asked. "Someone already take Friday? And I know you guys don't have an Octeday here."

"It's the day I was given." Angels weren't known for getting to choose things.

"And how do you like it?" Angua, who really didn't know anything much about angels except in a vague sense and thinking there'd be more wings and sparkles and gold anyway, asked.

There were a great deal more wings, sparkles, and gold. They'd just likely burn the congregation's eyes out if Castiel let them out.

"I've not found it disagreeable."

Angua nodded. Generally, she felt that there wasn't much disagreeable about Thursday to begin with, except that it wasn't Friday, and she felt that they mostly covered that part.

"So what exactly does an Angel of Thursday do? Besides preach on Thursday. Which I only assume is involved, considering that it's...you know. Thursday."

"It wasn't, before my arrival here. At home, I was working on preventing the apocalypse."

"A noble cause," said Angua. "Hope you've left it to capable hands while you're here?"

"Er," said Castiel.

"I take it that's a no?" said Angua. "And I should probably go and get myself some provision, then."

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