01-04-2010, 02:57 PM
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table by alli
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In his heart, Gabriel knew that punishment had to be dealt. Ancient laws, embedded in his psyche and his very flesh, demanded blood and death to rain down from on high. Even now, though, that too-sharp mind was finally regaining control and closing like a vice. All madness and thought crushed together, and the coy-wolf knew that he would need both to go after the demon. Haku Soul was not simply a wolf, he was something far more vile. All of the fire and brimstone of the ancient and angry God that Gabriel believed in would come down with the sword and the hammer.
This could not be done alone. Even as she tried to put the blame on herself, he was seeing his path laid out before him. His head reached forward, body following suit, and his thickly furred neck wrapped around her back protectively. One singular motion that begged for her to stop, to understand it was not her fault and never would be. Some men were wicked—his father among them—and these men changed so rarely. Exceptions always happened. One singular pillar still stood within Gabriel’s scarred visage; he had not and would not ever kill a mother or child. To him, these rules were law. Women and children were weak, and as he now saw, even ones as vicious and terrible as his own mother could fall to great tragedy. It was unforgivable. Gabriel would not allow such a thing to stand unpunished.
He would not be alone. Amber eyes narrowed and he breathed in the cold air, his mother’s scent (mingled with the saltwater of her tears), and breathed out one low and terrible question. “Where is Samael?” Tonight, he needed his half-brother. He needed a devil to fight a devil, cry hallelujah, amen.
In his heart, Gabriel knew that punishment had to be dealt. Ancient laws, embedded in his psyche and his very flesh, demanded blood and death to rain down from on high. Even now, though, that too-sharp mind was finally regaining control and closing like a vice. All madness and thought crushed together, and the coy-wolf knew that he would need both to go after the demon. Haku Soul was not simply a wolf, he was something far more vile. All of the fire and brimstone of the ancient and angry God that Gabriel believed in would come down with the sword and the hammer.
This could not be done alone. Even as she tried to put the blame on herself, he was seeing his path laid out before him. His head reached forward, body following suit, and his thickly furred neck wrapped around her back protectively. One singular motion that begged for her to stop, to understand it was not her fault and never would be. Some men were wicked—his father among them—and these men changed so rarely. Exceptions always happened. One singular pillar still stood within Gabriel’s scarred visage; he had not and would not ever kill a mother or child. To him, these rules were law. Women and children were weak, and as he now saw, even ones as vicious and terrible as his own mother could fall to great tragedy. It was unforgivable. Gabriel would not allow such a thing to stand unpunished.
He would not be alone. Amber eyes narrowed and he breathed in the cold air, his mother’s scent (mingled with the saltwater of her tears), and breathed out one low and terrible question. “Where is Samael?” Tonight, he needed his half-brother. He needed a devil to fight a devil, cry hallelujah, amen.
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