Another stabbing pain in his gut, another shuddering breath in, and another hand pressed against the keys of the organ, making the beautiful chord sound sour.

It had been hours, but it really felt like days. He wasn't sure what it was. You had told him you felt the same way when low on fuel.

Was he the same?

Gabriel breathed quietly, the pain to the point where it was difficult to breathe, ceasing his playing for the night. It only helped him hear your approaching footsteps better, something dragging behind you.

A Schism. Dropped at his feet. Hard to the touch, its shell excellent to ward off attacks. Its head was on its shoulder, three arms torn off to expose the red Hellmass inside.

"You expect me to-?" Gabriel asked, not finishing, the idea revolting to him. An angel? A vessel of God? Consuming a Husk? He would.. Rather starve. But the look of it was enticing.