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mekachu04Gabreil's not stupid - he knows that physical intimidation is very much in the angelic wheelhouse. He himself has expoited that; just bring Sandelphon along has gone fantasic measures in bring angels back into step, no acual threats neeed.
He's just… never actually. Seen. it before. the aftermath that comes with such a reputation. and it could be anyone really - Gabreil only knows that he's to check in on Mondays. He has no idea who else has accress to teh Room, or what days.
his very limiet knowldege of damage to vessels leaves him comepletely in the dark on how long has passed since Azirpahe more resent.. Penance. and when he checks in before his jog.
he's had to move hte visit to before his job - he needs some physical relaise, somehting to empyt his htoughts before he;s back to his desk for untold hours, trying to work though the mess that has been left by the earth still spinning.
He's discovered he doesn't much like the dark thoughts that start to fester if he doens't go in clear headed. He found himself trying to excuse the most recent blows to azirpahle's face, the mottled bruising visible under the soiled robes, the defeated " 'ello Gabriel" that is murmered upon his every entrance. Starts to think maybe it *is* justified as the pile of work never seems to go down.
after a few rounds of this, Gabriel find *himself* worring at his hands. He doesn't always think highly of his subortantes, that's true. But.. But he'd never wished harm on them until very recently, and he's starting to worry about that. He was ready to execute an angel. he'd justifed erasing the existance of his own subbortant. Samael got a lighter sentance than that!
And.. and he's still not sure he isn't actually okay wiht it, but.. But a least his course of action was quick! even Falling - while an eteriny cut off grom Her Grace , hte act itself wasn't drawn out like this.
'We're the Good Guys, for Heaven's sake.'
they are angels - the Great Plan must be God, becuase it is hte Great Plan. except... except.. except the Plan had failed, and not only did Azirpahle *not* fall, he'd walked right out of the Hellfire. There was clearly something htey missed, and Micheal seemed so sure she had it figured out, to just trust her and do as she ordered, and it would all be Good again.
it would be Monday again soon. Gabriel looked to the forms needing approvale, the queries asking for clariifacion on what different groups where supposted to be doing now that things haddn't ended after all. He needed a break, he needed to step aside from the work.
but. but that ment going to the Room.
He'd been angey enough to want to hit azirpahle (and others, to be honest) over the centuries, but he'd never done so. Becuase angels where better than that. He was better than that. A quick execution was one thing, but to tourture an angel -and no matter what words micheal wrappe dit up in, it was a carte blache, this was tourture - even a disobediant one.... wasn't that... that couldn't be Good... could it.
He didn't know if he could take looking at Azirpahle today, couldn't take lookin down on an underling, knowing they'd been fraternizing for centuries untold all under his nose. He should be justified by that allone in delighitng on whatever state he found the prinicplaity in today.
but ne already knew he wouldn't. he's beginging to think.. he's begnging to think the worst part just might be.. groveling, nersous, anxious azirpahle. an angel that took a decade to get tot he point, would talk cicrles around himself, suttering and stammering... there was none o fhtat. aziaphle was downtroudden to be sure, but he never so much as asked for repieve wen gabriel walked in. never asked to be let go, never begged Gbariel to stop his torment.
he was calm, accepting. and gabriel ididn't think it was some play, waiting for a rescue. despite the demon clearly looking for a way in, the priciplaity didn't seem to be excpeting it to succeed. he wasn't holding out for a better fuftre. he seemed wole resignging to this. and ...
it was like gabriel was looking at an angel he'd never met before. it was rude to go inspecting one's true form, but gabril had last viist, just to be certain they had the right angel. admittidly, it'd been so long since he'd done so, he wasn't actually certain what azirpahle's true form looked like - he'd had to ask the quartermaster for what to look for.
the demontion marks. the wounds from the First war. gabriel had forgotten about them, honestly. But - they matched.
that was possibly even more dishrateneing, too pry in and look at azirpahles true form confirmation. the only time since this all began that azirahle had flinched away from him, drawn in on himself and tryied to fight back. gabriel actually felt guilty for pushing it, but he had to know. he had to know they where tourturing the right angel.
it didn't make him feel any better.
it woul dbe time soon. He'd once debabted on skipping it again - he didn't want to know, not really. and he argued that he didn't want to be cuahgt off ste if mihceal popped in again.
but really.... really, he needed to know it wans't escapalating. not that he could stop it, one way or the other. but he couldn't stand the idea that hte only faced Azirpahle saw where once wanting ot hurt him.
He might have been the one to reccomend execution, but.... but Azirpahle had been his supportadanct sice the reshuffling of ranks after the flood.He was Gabreils responabitly, just as it was Gabriels responabilty to watch over his charges. it had been gabriels responsibilty to not just assign azirpahle orders, but to make sure he had what he needed to fufill those ordesr. He'd.. he'd thought he'd done a Good job.
He'd been so proud of Azirpahle -Heaven's longest stationed field agent. the only origianl watcher to not fall. They'd all been warned about the flood, and ordered to rescue only God's chosen. He was the only one to let his own chrages own drown. God orders over his own Purpose. After, he'd been assigned to Gabriel, hte first time Gabriel had tried to recall him for a Good Job. azriahle had spent the time weeping, until he'd quietly asked to go back.
Gabriel wasn't sure he'd ever undestand, but azirpahle, newvous, halting, corperation stiff puffy and leaky with emotion, had tried his best to explain. He's been Purposed to watch over the humans. as the only remaining Priniplaity, he was woried about the huamns - reduced to such a small number. He'd known the family, and he wanted to return to his Purpose.
in hindsight - gabriel was pretty sure he just didn't want o be in Heaven anymore. None of the Higher spheres had done anything to warrent a demotion, so Gabriel suggested promoting a few of the more poewerfu Gauridans to help azirpahle. they never lasted as long.
He's just… never actually. Seen. it before. the aftermath that comes with such a reputation. and it could be anyone really - Gabreil only knows that he's to check in on Mondays. He has no idea who else has accress to teh Room, or what days.
his very limiet knowldege of damage to vessels leaves him comepletely in the dark on how long has passed since Azirpahe more resent.. Penance. and when he checks in before his jog.
he's had to move hte visit to before his job - he needs some physical relaise, somehting to empyt his htoughts before he;s back to his desk for untold hours, trying to work though the mess that has been left by the earth still spinning.
He's discovered he doesn't much like the dark thoughts that start to fester if he doens't go in clear headed. He found himself trying to excuse the most recent blows to azirpahle's face, the mottled bruising visible under the soiled robes, the defeated " 'ello Gabriel" that is murmered upon his every entrance. Starts to think maybe it *is* justified as the pile of work never seems to go down.
after a few rounds of this, Gabriel find *himself* worring at his hands. He doesn't always think highly of his subortantes, that's true. But.. But he'd never wished harm on them until very recently, and he's starting to worry about that. He was ready to execute an angel. he'd justifed erasing the existance of his own subbortant. Samael got a lighter sentance than that!
And.. and he's still not sure he isn't actually okay wiht it, but.. But a least his course of action was quick! even Falling - while an eteriny cut off grom Her Grace , hte act itself wasn't drawn out like this.
'We're the Good Guys, for Heaven's sake.'
they are angels - the Great Plan must be God, becuase it is hte Great Plan. except... except.. except the Plan had failed, and not only did Azirpahle *not* fall, he'd walked right out of the Hellfire. There was clearly something htey missed, and Micheal seemed so sure she had it figured out, to just trust her and do as she ordered, and it would all be Good again.
it would be Monday again soon. Gabriel looked to the forms needing approvale, the queries asking for clariifacion on what different groups where supposted to be doing now that things haddn't ended after all. He needed a break, he needed to step aside from the work.
but. but that ment going to the Room.
He'd been angey enough to want to hit azirpahle (and others, to be honest) over the centuries, but he'd never done so. Becuase angels where better than that. He was better than that. A quick execution was one thing, but to tourture an angel -and no matter what words micheal wrappe dit up in, it was a carte blache, this was tourture - even a disobediant one.... wasn't that... that couldn't be Good... could it.
He didn't know if he could take looking at Azirpahle today, couldn't take lookin down on an underling, knowing they'd been fraternizing for centuries untold all under his nose. He should be justified by that allone in delighitng on whatever state he found the prinicplaity in today.
but ne already knew he wouldn't. he's beginging to think.. he's begnging to think the worst part just might be.. groveling, nersous, anxious azirpahle. an angel that took a decade to get tot he point, would talk cicrles around himself, suttering and stammering... there was none o fhtat. aziaphle was downtroudden to be sure, but he never so much as asked for repieve wen gabriel walked in. never asked to be let go, never begged Gbariel to stop his torment.
he was calm, accepting. and gabriel ididn't think it was some play, waiting for a rescue. despite the demon clearly looking for a way in, the priciplaity didn't seem to be excpeting it to succeed. he wasn't holding out for a better fuftre. he seemed wole resignging to this. and ...
it was like gabriel was looking at an angel he'd never met before. it was rude to go inspecting one's true form, but gabril had last viist, just to be certain they had the right angel. admittidly, it'd been so long since he'd done so, he wasn't actually certain what azirpahle's true form looked like - he'd had to ask the quartermaster for what to look for.
the demontion marks. the wounds from the First war. gabriel had forgotten about them, honestly. But - they matched.
that was possibly even more dishrateneing, too pry in and look at azirpahles true form confirmation. the only time since this all began that azirahle had flinched away from him, drawn in on himself and tryied to fight back. gabriel actually felt guilty for pushing it, but he had to know. he had to know they where tourturing the right angel.
it didn't make him feel any better.
it woul dbe time soon. He'd once debabted on skipping it again - he didn't want to know, not really. and he argued that he didn't want to be cuahgt off ste if mihceal popped in again.
but really.... really, he needed to know it wans't escapalating. not that he could stop it, one way or the other. but he couldn't stand the idea that hte only faced Azirpahle saw where once wanting ot hurt him.
He might have been the one to reccomend execution, but.... but Azirpahle had been his supportadanct sice the reshuffling of ranks after the flood.He was Gabreils responabitly, just as it was Gabriels responabilty to watch over his charges. it had been gabriels responsibilty to not just assign azirpahle orders, but to make sure he had what he needed to fufill those ordesr. He'd.. he'd thought he'd done a Good job.
He'd been so proud of Azirpahle -Heaven's longest stationed field agent. the only origianl watcher to not fall. They'd all been warned about the flood, and ordered to rescue only God's chosen. He was the only one to let his own chrages own drown. God orders over his own Purpose. After, he'd been assigned to Gabriel, hte first time Gabriel had tried to recall him for a Good Job. azriahle had spent the time weeping, until he'd quietly asked to go back.
Gabriel wasn't sure he'd ever undestand, but azirpahle, newvous, halting, corperation stiff puffy and leaky with emotion, had tried his best to explain. He's been Purposed to watch over the humans. as the only remaining Priniplaity, he was woried about the huamns - reduced to such a small number. He'd known the family, and he wanted to return to his Purpose.
in hindsight - gabriel was pretty sure he just didn't want o be in Heaven anymore. None of the Higher spheres had done anything to warrent a demotion, so Gabriel suggested promoting a few of the more poewerfu Gauridans to help azirpahle. they never lasted as long.
