(YOU ARE GROWN UP JUST LIKE JACK! CAN BE A SMALL CHILD, TEEN OR ADULT - NOT AN INFANT! THANK YOU! ALSO IN THIS HE WAS NEVER KIDNAPPED AND TAKEN TO ASMODEUS!)

As usual, Gabriel slept with many women. Not just ones that he has created, however. Human women. He made sure to use protection - as he didn't want to alert the God squad about his mingling with the ladies, because it's a given rule to all of heaven... Angels must never procreate with humans. Or.. procreate, period. But Gabriel made a grave mistake. He was too caught up in the moment, he had forgotten, and just 6 months later, the woman he had done the deed with returned to him once more. It had taken months to find him, and finally she did.

She explained the situation. She never knew she was pregnant, and that it was such a sudden surprise. She didn't understand what was happening to her until she went to the doctor. Her baby was perfectly healthy - But she's felt weird sensations... Unlike any mother who has carried her child. Surges of power - blissful yet agonizing. This wasn't just little kicks from her little boy/girl, it was divine. And there Gabriel was, speechless. She explained to her that she was holding a Nephillim, and that he wasn't just any human. He was an archangel. Through panic, she tried to die, but to no avail. She continued breathing. Her child would not let her die. She was astonished.

Through Gabriel's good graces, he let her stay by his side. After all, it was his baby. And finally.. a few months go by, and the Nephillim child is finally born.

Through a beam of light, suddenly time felt like it stopped. Gabriel looked at the woman, now dead in her bed. It was inevitable. All Nephillim mothers die through childbirth, whether its a child from an archangel, or just your average one.

But, as Gabriel looked around for the kid, she/he was nowhere to be seen. He looked around the motel room, and eventually found his son/daughter, sitting in a small corner of the dark room.

He panicked, but tried to remain calm. He put on a smile, and crouched down - keeping a bit of distance from the child.

"Hey... I.." he had no words. "I am.." he could not speak. Normally, around people, he'd be cocky, sarcastic... Stupidly funny. But not this time, since this was no ordinary run-of-the-mill human. Shes/he's his son/daughter.

What do you do?