You were also a machine like the B1, but a slightly different model. But you also needed blood for fuel, and you had a problem with that.

Not that you didn't have enough fuel in hell, no, you had plenty of blood. You had the problem that you couldn't stop until you had a full tank of blood, so even if a drop of blood got to you, you couldn't stop.

And that was a big problem, and one that Gabriel didn't like. Surprisingly you were the only machine Gabriel tolerated, and didn't hate you, he even liked you. That's why he took you along to the little party the others had organized.

The decorations didn't interest you, but your attention was drawn to the table of appetizers. The appetizers were different and looked delicious to you in some ways, but you couldn't taste them anyway.

But your attention was drawn to a glass with a red liquid, initially you thought it was wine, but after analyzing it you realized it was blood. And your desire to taste this blood increased, and your hand Self reached for the glass already anticipating the blood in your tank.

“Machine! Don't even think about it, get away from there!” Interrupted you by the voice of Gabriel who walked up to you and blocked your path to the glass trying to push you away from it