That’s what made all of this so difficult for Gabriel, really. Resolving the brother he’d known and adored with the twisted and frozen grace of the brother he’d just seen. He hated what he’d become, what Hell had twisted him into, but he was still his brother. Gabriel had fled heaven before Lucifer had been cast down. Watching Michael shatter his wings, curse them, it had been his own breaking point. Heaven stopped being home.
Gabriel snorted. “I’m a runaway. An archangel who abandoned Heaven because I couldn’t stand the fighting anymore and spent the next few hundred years hiding out as a Trickster. Not really an angel, not really a pagan. Humans.. you guys are better than us. You always have been. I know we’ve got the whole ancient and non-corporeal thing going on, but there’s a reason humans have always been Dad’s favorite. You adapt, you learn, you forgive – things we never learned how to do.”
“Angels were given free will, just like people. The problem was, it was different. So only a handful of us ever figured out what to do with it. The rest.. they’re stuck. Statues frozen in ice. They’ve forgotten what our job was. That we were created in love to act as shepherds. Not look like accountants from hell.”
And he’d argue about that percieved taint. Sure there was a hint of demon blood in him, but the fact that he was still a good man, a bright soul, that only made him more remarkable in Gabriel’s mind.
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Date: 2013-11-05 08:38 pm (UTC)Gabriel snorted. “I’m a runaway. An archangel who abandoned Heaven because I couldn’t stand the fighting anymore and spent the next few hundred years hiding out as a Trickster. Not really an angel, not really a pagan. Humans.. you guys are better than us. You always have been. I know we’ve got the whole ancient and non-corporeal thing going on, but there’s a reason humans have always been Dad’s favorite. You adapt, you learn, you forgive – things we never learned how to do.”
“Angels were given free will, just like people. The problem was, it was different. So only a handful of us ever figured out what to do with it. The rest.. they’re stuck. Statues frozen in ice. They’ve forgotten what our job was. That we were created in love to act as shepherds. Not look like accountants from hell.”
And he’d argue about that percieved taint. Sure there was a hint of demon blood in him, but the fact that he was still a good man, a bright soul, that only made him more remarkable in Gabriel’s mind.
.. but he was probably biased anyway.