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he shouldn't care.
He'd certainly never cared before.
Uriel and Micheal hadn't cared. They didn't even seem to notice.
Sandelphon cared. But that's because Sandelphon /wanted/ to be the one influencing… justice.. To those who..
Who what? Stepped out of line? questioned the plan? turned away from the Almighty? because Gabriel was feeling more and more everyday that Sandelphon just wan't en excuse to hurt others.
he didn't care /why/ just cared that he got to be told, 'okay. have at it.'
It wasn't a secret he was like that or anything either, everyone knew. It was the main reason Gabriel took him along when he was tasked on checking in with the more... under preforming field agents. The lower angels where terrified of Sandelphon, terrified that Gabriel would leave first, allowing the other archangelto linger behind.
Gabriel liked the way they'd cower when he'd arrive, quick to do whatever in their power to could to please him, and to do so quickly.
He never used to care about their fear - only in that he could exploit it.
Now... now, his most meek, sniveling turn-coat of an underling, once so easy to intimidate, just looked back at him blankly. not smug, or fearful. just... blank.
Like he didn't notice the blood and bruises on his own form. didn't notice Sandelphon move from fists to flail to punish him.
Aziraphale just stared right back at Gabriel, no single emotion on his face. he didn't respond to each blow, didn't flinch or wince. didn't even so much as blink. After it was clear Sandelphon was starting to loose steam, he spoke, calm and bored.
"are we done yet?"
He'd certainly never cared before.
Uriel and Micheal hadn't cared. They didn't even seem to notice.
Sandelphon cared. But that's because Sandelphon /wanted/ to be the one influencing… justice.. To those who..
Who what? Stepped out of line? questioned the plan? turned away from the Almighty? because Gabriel was feeling more and more everyday that Sandelphon just wan't en excuse to hurt others.
he didn't care /why/ just cared that he got to be told, 'okay. have at it.'
It wasn't a secret he was like that or anything either, everyone knew. It was the main reason Gabriel took him along when he was tasked on checking in with the more... under preforming field agents. The lower angels where terrified of Sandelphon, terrified that Gabriel would leave first, allowing the other archangelto linger behind.
Gabriel liked the way they'd cower when he'd arrive, quick to do whatever in their power to could to please him, and to do so quickly.
He never used to care about their fear - only in that he could exploit it.
Now... now, his most meek, sniveling turn-coat of an underling, once so easy to intimidate, just looked back at him blankly. not smug, or fearful. just... blank.
Like he didn't notice the blood and bruises on his own form. didn't notice Sandelphon move from fists to flail to punish him.
Aziraphale just stared right back at Gabriel, no single emotion on his face. he didn't respond to each blow, didn't flinch or wince. didn't even so much as blink. After it was clear Sandelphon was starting to loose steam, he spoke, calm and bored.
"are we done yet?"
