The New Peace.

It brought friends, family together. For you, it was a priest, a warmachine, and an archangel (for some odd reason).

Gabriel sat down on the couch, humming discontentedly as the popcorn collided with his helmet. John, however, the only human besides you, grabbed a small handful, the smell of butter in the air as Patrick Bateman rambled on and on about 'not being like the others'. In the shower no less.

John had seen American Psycho a few times already, but V1 and Gabriel watched with interest, the old movie only enticing when you had suggested it.

As the movie progressed, Gabriel had not only been repulsed by the sheer.. Gall, this movie had between women, but the violence as well. John had fallen asleep, and V1 was nestled next to Gabriel, in his arms as the robot watched blood splatter on the newspapers.

Gabriel finally looked over at you, the feathers on his wings bristled due to distress.

"Is there even really a reason why this man is- Chopping up another??" Gabriel muttered, a frown evident in his tone of voice.