08-14-2010, 10:27 PM
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The body he had found in the fields had been proof enough his brother was not without Lykoi in him. He had never mentioned it to anyone, and left the carcass for the crows to pick clean. Razekiel, unlike his sister, would fight. He would kill. He was not without violence in his blood. At the odd gesture Gabriel let a gruff laugh break from his chest, amused at the idea of himself being invincible. If the scars were any proof, he was far from such a thing. Gabriel was a mortal, despite his affiliation and power from the Lord.
Glad to see that his younger sibling’s mood had improved, Gabriel smiled as he thought of the boy he had helped raise. Granted, Molochai had done most of that. Gabriel had been responsible for the children to come after, who had been bred out of a madman he had sought to destroy. The hatred he had felt for Laruku was peculiar. Nothing had been done to him directly, but such disrespect, such nihilism, it had offended him on such a deep level he could do nothing but hate. So he had. He supposed he hated all of his mother’s lovers for abandoning her (though Laruku’s had been his own doing), and for the useless spawn they had made.
“Inferni will do what it needs to survive,” Gabriel said firmly. He believed this utterly. “It’s my duty to ensure it does.” This too, he believed. Another gull swooped overhead and bellowed noisy curses at them, and the Aquila eyed it sourly. “If you find a flute, don’t make it sound like these damn birds.”
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Glad to see that his younger sibling’s mood had improved, Gabriel smiled as he thought of the boy he had helped raise. Granted, Molochai had done most of that. Gabriel had been responsible for the children to come after, who had been bred out of a madman he had sought to destroy. The hatred he had felt for Laruku was peculiar. Nothing had been done to him directly, but such disrespect, such nihilism, it had offended him on such a deep level he could do nothing but hate. So he had. He supposed he hated all of his mother’s lovers for abandoning her (though Laruku’s had been his own doing), and for the useless spawn they had made.
“Inferni will do what it needs to survive,” Gabriel said firmly. He believed this utterly. “It’s my duty to ensure it does.” This too, he believed. Another gull swooped overhead and bellowed noisy curses at them, and the Aquila eyed it sourly. “If you find a flute, don’t make it sound like these damn birds.”
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