He was not surprised. Haku had killed so many people in his quest for blood, for power, for whatever it was that drove demons. Gabriel could not fully understand his Shadow despite knowing that they were ultimately the same. Yet he had done what was needed and destroyed it because this was the only way he would survive and be whole. Only one of them would be able to live, and in the end, it had been Gabriel.
Her response only made his lips pull away and expose ivory fangs in an expression caught somewhere between a snarl and a grin. He did not look at her. His eyes were laughing. “And Haku is dead. People are made to suffer. That is the way of things.” Gabriel did not apologize for her loss, nor did he really empathize with it. His daughter was alive, however damaged she was. That was a greater pain, to see the life within her die and be replaced by demons of the flesh. He did not really meet others in this world on even grounds—God had, after all, chosen him. He had done terrible things and felt nothing but righteous about them. He had killed his own blood and knew he was capable of doing so again.
His scars itched, as if to remind him of this, and his face fell to stone once more.
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