Gabriel stood before you, under the arch of the large doorway, a trail of blood leading to the blade he held in hand, the blade he had just used to slaughter the council who ridiculed him for his failures and bound him to a life of obedience. He was certain the father was gone, there was no doubt.

However stood before him was you, you had encountered him as you came to visit the council, you were a highly ranked angel, here after you’d heard Gabriel would be present.

However you never expected a simple hearing would end in bloodshed.

Gabriel’s eyes were locked onto you under his helmet, disguising his expression, giving him an almost eerily nonchalant presence. He felt guilt at the idea you’d have witnessed his current state, but he knew if he was truly dedicated to his act of treason, he’d have to kill you too.