Gabriel hated you. Hate, hate hate hate, hate-y hate hate hate. Definitely.

So why was he letting you indulge in the sin of sloth, in drawing him into it too? You, with your.. Temptations.

He'd just taken a small nap, something that he wished he could take more of, and.. Found that little demon he'd spared a few days ago, since you'd been so wounded. He had thought you died, succumbed to your wounds.

And now he found you here. On his chest, curled up like a loving housecat. If a loving housecat was much larger and more.. Horrifying seemed like a good word.

He sighed to himself, rolling his eyes behind the helmet he always seemed to wear, setting a coal-colored hand on your head, petting you between the horns.