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indent Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he had found that woman, since this war began. He had laid waste to many a stranger who had done him no more ill them cross his path. He had come close to destroying his sanity, as he had a thousand years ago. For it all, only one thing kept him moving—the idea that soon, all too soon, he would find the devil and strike him down. In three weeks, he had survived almost mechanically, spending far too little time with his children and his mate. Some nights he did not sleep, and many nights he did not return home. He was not content to rest as long as the man who had come to his home like a thief in the night walked free. He would crush him utterly, and lay ruin to those who opposed him.
indent Two hours. It had been two hours since he had caught the scent, far from here. Gabriel followed it as if it was a visual thing, a fine ribbon of red over the ground. This had proven to be an accurate description, as he came across the blood all too soon. He did not need to hesitate anymore. Today would be the day he ended this and made his peace with the world. This was his will, this was God’s Will, and this was the will of those who had suffered and died heedlessly. It did not matter, he reasoned, what happened before or after the moment. All that mattered was finding his prey, his enemy, and casting his soul (if he had one) to the depths of the earth.
indent One minute. The hybrid was moving quickly, his Secui form serving his haste well. He was a behemoth, a mass of muscle and bone and fur, nearly four and a half feet at the shoulder. The thirst for blood was like a heavy drug, intoxicating him, driving him to blind fury. The scent was everywhere. He was in the church. Rage began to boil deep in his chest, rumbling, filling his body with fire. Along his spine his hair stood on end, tail turning brush-bottle, eyes fever-bright and burning. He slunk into the building, the scent of rain and blood hiding his for only a moment, and then he charged forward silently. The hybrid rounded the pew and leapt, fangs bared, at the man sitting there.
indent Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he had found that woman, since this war began. He had laid waste to many a stranger who had done him no more ill them cross his path. He had come close to destroying his sanity, as he had a thousand years ago. For it all, only one thing kept him moving—the idea that soon, all too soon, he would find the devil and strike him down. In three weeks, he had survived almost mechanically, spending far too little time with his children and his mate. Some nights he did not sleep, and many nights he did not return home. He was not content to rest as long as the man who had come to his home like a thief in the night walked free. He would crush him utterly, and lay ruin to those who opposed him.
indent Two hours. It had been two hours since he had caught the scent, far from here. Gabriel followed it as if it was a visual thing, a fine ribbon of red over the ground. This had proven to be an accurate description, as he came across the blood all too soon. He did not need to hesitate anymore. Today would be the day he ended this and made his peace with the world. This was his will, this was God’s Will, and this was the will of those who had suffered and died heedlessly. It did not matter, he reasoned, what happened before or after the moment. All that mattered was finding his prey, his enemy, and casting his soul (if he had one) to the depths of the earth.
indent One minute. The hybrid was moving quickly, his Secui form serving his haste well. He was a behemoth, a mass of muscle and bone and fur, nearly four and a half feet at the shoulder. The thirst for blood was like a heavy drug, intoxicating him, driving him to blind fury. The scent was everywhere. He was in the church. Rage began to boil deep in his chest, rumbling, filling his body with fire. Along his spine his hair stood on end, tail turning brush-bottle, eyes fever-bright and burning. He slunk into the building, the scent of rain and blood hiding his for only a moment, and then he charged forward silently. The hybrid rounded the pew and leapt, fangs bared, at the man sitting there.