Lucifer looked confused now. He actually didn’t know what he came looking for. But then it hit him like hard rain. ” I came looking for my family…or at least someone that would want to be around me. I know you are the last person I should be bothering.” Lucifer rubbed his arm and blinked. ” I don’t think you are a monster…not real you. A monster can be a little boy who kills a bird on accident or it can be memory you want to forget.” Lucifer smiled. ” Good. I mean it’s good you aren’t completely broken. I’m just glad you are alive. I mean after what I did to you-” He cut himself off, he felt a pain in his chest. ” Nevermind…But how are you now…have you found someone? I mean someone to be in company with?” Lucifer didn’t like the thought of the younger one being completely alone without anyone. Being alone can drive anyone crazy. ” Maybe I should just you know go…I’ve already done enough to you. I really can’t risk repeating myself like I’ve done in the past.”
Gabriel bristled slightly though he wasn’t sure why. He wanted to tell Lucifer to stop going on about what he thought monsters were but he kept his mouth shut. Gabriel wasn’t the same being that Lucifer had known before and hadn’t been for a really long time. The fallen angel didn’t know the real him. He chose to ignore that part of Lucifer’s speech. “Y-you have to understand that you’d be met with fear.” He explained, “Y-you tried to end the world and thousands if not more w-were killed in the process. H-have you met anyone else?”
The former Messenger paused, staring at the other, not really believing that Lucifer of all people had asked about his private life. “I…” He shook his head, bringing himself out of the shock. “I-I have found someone yes.” He promised, though gave no further information. He wasn’t sure if it would be dangerous to let the other know that his magic had been split in half when he’d been killed, or that the other half of the magic was a living being on its own. “H-he’s…wonderful.” He hoped that would suffice for now.
“R-repeating yourself?” Gabriel questioned, “A-as long as you don’t stab me again…I-I suppose you can stay.”
Adramelekh spluttered, a cough of laughter quickly covered by his palm. It took him a moment to compose himself. “Oh?” He said finally. “You have to tell me this story, darling.” He put on a cloyingly saccharine voice, sing-song and teasing: “So how did you two meet?”
Gabriel frowned, not seeing what was so amusing about his past with the former King of Hell. “I-I was wandering earth looking for Michael. I-I found Crowley instead. H-he offered to let me stay and a relationship f-formed while I looked for my brother. I-it’s obviously since ended.”
Nathan nodded. He could understand that, he wasn’t that Nathaniel anymore as well. “Pleasure is all mine, Gabriel.” He turned to face the opposite direction as he stretched his arms above his head. “Ahhh, since he fell from heaven. I voluntarily left myself, my reasons not really important.” What would Gabriel, one with the powers of an Archangel, say about that? “What have you been doing down here? Sight seeing?”
Gabriel didn’t have to ask who ‘he’ was and he paled a little at the mention. “I-I understand leaving.” He also understood keeping one’s reasons to oneself. He let out a small laugh, “N-no, no sight seeing.” He needed wings to be able to travel to do that. “J-just…living and surviving.” He watched the other curiously. “D-do you live among the humans?”
“My name’s Dean,” he offered the stranger. He couldn’t help the knowing look that passed his features for a moment when Gabriel said that that, was indeed, his name. It was gone soon after, as he watched Thad and Gabe interact.
“His name is Thaddeus, but I call him Thad. He’s really smart. It’s why he’s not on a leash,” Dean explained. That and he had a distate for them.
“I-it’s nice to meet you Dean.” Gabriel had been correct - he was younger than what the archangel was used to but it was hard to mistake that face.
A smile curled his lips as he looked at the canine, “Y-you must be pretty smart to stay with your friend. J-just don’t go chasing the ducks, th-they get kind of mean.” Gabriel told the dog, before hesitantly kneeling down, “Y-your name means ‘friend’, d-does that mean you’re friendly?” He wondered then glanced back up at the human, “W-will he bite?”
Escape from Purgatory
Mic was resting, if you could call it that. At least she was sitting with her back against a rock face and her eyes partially closed. But her body was still tense; she had learned quickly that you could never let your guard down, not even for a little while. She didn’t need sleep just like she didn’t need food but the constant fighting and running did drain her. Not to mention it was flat-out annoying. On Earth she had been able flash her eyes and people would scatter. This was different.
She was just about to get up to move on when she felt a ripple wash over her. Mic had spent enough time around angels, oddly enough, to know the sensation of Grace. She held herself completely still. An angel was something that she hadn’t encountered. As far as she knew, they didn’t go to Purgatory. What would an angel be doing here?
Moving as silently as she could, she hid herself behind part of the rock and watched the opposite side of the clearing. She could her vague rustling from that direction. If she thought she was in danger, she would run but for now she let curiosity get the best of her.
All he had really seen were trees and rocks though he carried his blade out and at the ready. The dim atmosphere was beginning to get to him. Sometimes if he stared long enough his eyes began playing tricks on him, making it seem like it was growing darker, but once he blinked it would clear up again. He hadn’t noticed any signs of life and he had to wonder if that was because of what he was. He wasn’t egotistical enough to believe that, though he had to wonder if perhaps any inhabitants that had noticed him were wary enough to stay away.
Good, that would make this easier.
He moved along as silently as he could, not wanting to chance drawing unwanted attention to himself and make things more difficult. He had reached a clearing when his Grace finally touched something familiar he stopped, glancing through the trees across from him. His grip tightened around the handle of his blade for a split second before he let it relax, “M-Miczariel?” He questioned, hoping the familiar presence was the one he was looking for and not someone else he’d run into before.
Dean hadn’t been paying much attention where he was walking. Thad, his German Shepherd was leading the way for the most part. So it was a shock to him when he collided with something solid. He stumbled back, causing Thad to let out an irritated bark and trot back over to Dean.
“Ah, no, my fault,” he assured the other man. He lifted his head, taking in the sight of an arch angel. Or rather he felt like an angel, and he had met an arch angel with the same vessel before. They felt different though but…
Gabriel relaxed, happy to know the man wasn’t offended. “I-I still should have been watching.” He caught sight of the other, a little surprised by the face but willing to accept stranger things. There seemed to be no recollection from the other man so Gabriel decided not to mention anything. “M-my name’s Gabriel.” His eyes looked toward the dog, “A-and I ruined your walk. I-I’m sorry buddy.” He turned back to the man, “H-he’s beautiful, does he have a name?”
- petwinchester started following you
He liked reading, it usually helped calm him - to take him away from reality for a little while and enter the one in his current book. But the book on wing anatomy was only making him anxious. Wh-what if it didn’t work?
He sighed and closed the book before running a hand through his hair. Even the park he’d situated himself in - which usually was a place of tranquility - wasn’t helping. He got up and turned around to take a step but collided into a solid body. He stumbled back, catching himself before he tumbled into the fountain. “I-I’m so sorry! I-I wasn’t watching where I was going. A-are you alright?”