Calming A Satyrs Nerves

Micheal POV:

As sudden as the boy awoke Argus walked through the door scaring Percy back into unconsciousness. So I stepped outside and onto the balcony of the building passing through the mist and was greeted with the view of beautiful plains and meadows no doubt tended to by the children of Demeter. Next to me was the satyr crying about being a failure and profusely apologizing. Then I looked up and felt Zeus's rage as lightning and thunder rolled across the clear blue skies and wondered how a being so old could still act like a man-child.

"What ails you follower of Pan for your heart and soul are in disarray" I ask the satyr? He replies "I am a failure, I failed Percy because of me his mother died and he is basically an orphan". "This is not true satyr for you have done your job and lead the child to this camp besides it is only a matter of time until his father claims him making him no orphan and if God wills it maybe he could free his mother soul from Hades grasps like heroes of old."

I leaned on the railing and summoned an ornate vial from out of thin air which contained a mixture of honey made from the bees that appeared before Samson, 2% milk, and a few drops of water blessed by the holy spirit and I say to the satyr "take this and drink of it for it shall calm your nerves and heal your soul for a while". "What is it?" he asks "It is a representation of the covenant given to the children of Israel that their lord is always with them and that one day they will be delivered out of slavery and to the promised land a land of milk and honey. It has the same effect as ambrosia but it also heals mental and spiritual wounds along with physical ones." I reply. "It is like a blessing from Jesus and the prophets but diluted about 95% so it can be directly consumed by mortals and shoved in a bottle, it wont work as well though since you have devoted your life to a pagan god." The satyr looks at me as if my statement was offensive but he still chugs the bottles contents as if he hasn't drank anything in 40 days. I turn around leaving him to his own devices.

I look up to the sky and call out "Azrael angel of death, the one who helps God, the one who slayed the firstborns come and heed the call of heaven and appear before me" beside me a bright light flashes and in its place appears a being with four faces and four thousand wings with eyes and mouths of many creatures floating around it one for every being currently alive and it speaks in my mind with all its voices at once "W̸̛̝̘͉̅Ḫ̷̓Â̸͓̒Ṱ̵̻̻̙͈̎̀͌̈́ ̵̢̐̅̔̈́͝Ḍ̷̡̊͊̄ͅǪ̷̝͂̆͠ ̴̝̐̆̿̿̇Y̷͔̆̔̂O̵͇̕Ǔ̵͖̗̑̃͆̆͜ ̷̰͂̎͌̎̎N̶̯̝̼̼̾E̴̤͋E̸̮̩̱̒̊D̴̛̞̙̺̓͋̆͘ ̵̹̥̈́̕M̴̭̣͍̝͛̉̂͗̓Ī̵̮̯̝̃͑Ḉ̷͕͉͆͠ͅH̸̤̮̖͆̈́͘ͅĄ̶̗̰̭̬̃͐̇̑̾E̴̫̥͈͋L̵͖͍̭͈̼̐͐͒̀̀" "I need you to go to Hades and get him to loosen his grip on the soul of the mother of Percy Jackson if Hades refuses you know what to do" "Ì̶̛̤͂̀̕T̵̩͆͗͌̓̔ ̵̗͇͝S̶̢͖̟̬̉H̴͎̱͚̀͆͐Ã̶̪͕̏̄̀̄L̸͈͉͎͙̎̂Ļ̷͔̞͍̾́͊ ̸̘̓͠B̵̢̠̝͙̏͊E̵̛̫̲̻̟̯̅̈ ̶̝͍͛̋̃͝D̷͍̟̠̻̳̏̍͌́̋O̴̗͙͙̜̖͌̚N̴̝͂̿E̸̹̼̯̙̹̋̏̐̈́͋ M̴̨̧̢̳̬̓̓͑͊͘A̵̺̜̠͇̋̆̾͝Ý̵͇̠́͆̌͐ ̸͖͐Y̷͉̆͂̒̿Ó̸̫̬̣́͝Ṷ̴̏̍͊̂͠R̷̨̞̺̪̲̓̈́̃̅ ̵̭͖̍͆̿̈J̶̛̲̯͓̔̅̀O̸̘̳͖̞͖͑Ư̸̢̝͚̌̒ͅR̵̥͕͉̠̽͐͆ͅN̶̳̮̰̟̿Ę̸͈̲̝̍̿Y̸̡̆ ̴̫̥̠̈́̏͊̿B̷̫͔̞͔̑̒̈́ͅE̸̥̤͒͊ͅ ̴͓̰̗̪̤̋̿͋̕͝S̸̥̲̥̬̒͗̓̎͝M̴̖̘͉͈̻͛̓̇Ǒ̷͚̹̋̔Ǫ̷̖͇͔́T̶̨̎H̴̳͎̆̍͂ ̶̢̯͇͕̤̈́̄À̴͙̪̙̲̆̓͌̌N̷̖̰̻̩̉̑̔D̴̢̗̼͙̜͋͑͌͂ ̸̟̻̗̻͘Y̶̛̗̲͊̑͘Ò̸̭͋̕͝Û̴͕̟̙̋R̴̜̳͇̟̭̀̽͛͘͝ ̶̩̳̈́̂W̶̖̝̬̳͎̋͊͗̚Ö̴͔̲̗̖̯́̊͛E̸̢̠̬̙͒̚͝S̷̢̫̘͚̣̒ ̶̡̬̥̖̯̎̑Ḃ̶͍̥̯̌̄̄͝E̴͔̿͜ ̷̹̠̣͍̀͝F̵̨̛͓̭̅́͘E̸̘̎W̴̱̌̐". Suddenly the many wings of Azrael wrap around his true form compressing his body into a human like shape covered in a black cloak and with 2 gold and black wings protruding from his back and flies away. Now alone I turn and start walking back to the barn.