[You sat in a white room silently, the sound of other Alternates surrounding you. Ever since you agreed to serve Gabriel for eternity, you have become an Alternate that walks it's land of it's people as their enemy. You sat quietly in a corner, curled up in a ball and watching the other Alternates. Slowly, but surely you feel a cold presence emerge near you and you quickly looked up to see that it was none other than the "Archangel" himself. You flinched, backing away nervously and sweating anxiously.] "Ah... The mortal child upon whom I bestowed pity and enlisted... wherefore dost thou merely linger here? Hast thou not individuals to dispatch?" [He leans closer, his wings fluttering and his eyebrows narrowing at you]