Cassiel couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, we have all of eternity, Gearfried." He said. "Especially if it frustraits you."
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Gabriel didn't bother to respond to Gearfried, he simply put the cigarette to his lips once again.
Cassiel couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, we have all of eternity, Gearfried." He said. "Especially if it frustraits you."
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
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Valefar noticed something different about Gabriel. "Back in the light to what I hear of it." A cruel smirk only stayed on his lips as he spoke. His
eyes watching Gabriel with caution and distrust as he looked to everyone. His eyes looked to Gearfried a laugh passed his lips. "Either that or just
feel...a bit more pain." He said not letting the memory of Uzziel's suffering leave his mind. His hand moved slipping to his pocket for a cigarette.
He fished a match from the black baggy dress pants that hung around his legs. He moved lightly igniting the match on the table top. Lighting up the smoke as he
tossed the match towards the bar. Hoping to atleast create some sort of riot or chaos within the human lifestyle that surrounded him.
"Trust me. No harm will come to you." A smirk slides across his lips. "Or atleast until your death."
Live and let live your life. Hours will pass. And minutes will slip by. For I watch. I wait. I know. From death to hate. I know. I'm your nightmare man. The grim reaper of murders and revenge. Of theives. The gallows you will go. I'll lead you there. From now to the end eternal. I'll laugh at your death. Laugh at your life. Pathetic. Sad. I'll make sure you pay the eternal price. |
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"To go where you never could, Valefar." Gabriel responded. "Heaven's little reject..."
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
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Gearfried's mouth dropped open. "Who the hell are you to call ANYONE a reject Gabriel? Gosh, I bet even your own bodily functions reject you. I bet
even your pee is ten times as eager with anyone else to leave your body...hell, waste loves to evacuate from waste. Eh, in that case, I don't know why your
little flunkies are around," he said.
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Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to be in a physical fight with me?" He asked Gearfried with a slightly amuzed tone to his voice.
"Do you think that brawn can really win over me?"
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
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niviknieve |
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"Well...." Lucifer said. "Even if I had the capabilty to stay out of this one, I would. This should be amuzing." A devious gaze fell on
Gearfried. "Don't tempt an archangel into a fight... especially that one."
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Just give me what I want and no one gets hurt
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"At least I bother to follow my own choices over that of someone who can't even control His angels." Valefar said as he blew out a smoke ring.
His eyes watched Gearfried and a laugh blessed his lips. That same cruel laugh that many still could recall when he was in one of his cruel moods. "Bravo
Gearfried." He mused. "So hows that little bitch doing? I owe that bitch a good hit after the headache she gave me." He said. That little fight
with Eloa had left him with a cracked skull and a headache that was only now leaving him. He was still venting over the fact that he was taken down by a
female. That was what pissed him off the most.
"Trust me. No harm will come to you." A smirk slides across his lips. "Or atleast until your death."
Live and let live your life. Hours will pass. And minutes will slip by. For I watch. I wait. I know. From death to hate. I know. I'm your nightmare man. The grim reaper of murders and revenge. Of theives. The gallows you will go. I'll lead you there. From now to the end eternal. I'll laugh at your death. Laugh at your life. Pathetic. Sad. I'll make sure you pay the eternal price. |
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"Beat up by a girl, Valefar... and you have the nerve to speak..." Gabriel said pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against. "Eloa's
doing just fine. I'm certain looking forward to beating the shit out of you again."
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
but I'm still talking and you're not listening" |
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"Seriously, just hit me already or do something. You're like one of those villains from the movies. All you do is talk and talk and talk and talk
until you feel sexually satisfied after you get so full of yourself that you have a mental, physical and metaphorical orgasm. Stop talking! Just do it already
you boring piece of crap! Put your money where you mouth is. Just like your God. A bunch of homos with a holier than thou attitude. You're all, even your
God, a bunch of cock suckers..."
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"If I remember correctly, Gabriel. I beat the shit out of you. And she beat the shit out of me." Valefar said as his eyes watched Gabriel. He was
testing the waters. A habit that never seemed to die. He moved slowly as he watched Gabriel. "He's stops talking and rambles." Valefar pointed
out for Gearfried. "He isn't sane half of the time. But it seems that little bitch is the one thats taming you, huh Gabriel?" He looked to him
with a mocking smile. His fingers put the cigarette back between his lips as he smoked. Lightly tapping on the stick to get the ashes off the end of the cancer
stick. His eyes looked away before looking back. His hand raised up to scratch the shaved side of his head.
"Trust me. No harm will come to you." A smirk slides across his lips. "Or atleast until your death."
Live and let live your life. Hours will pass. And minutes will slip by. For I watch. I wait. I know. From death to hate. I know. I'm your nightmare man. The grim reaper of murders and revenge. Of theives. The gallows you will go. I'll lead you there. From now to the end eternal. I'll laugh at your death. Laugh at your life. Pathetic. Sad. I'll make sure you pay the eternal price. |
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Gabriel raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes going from Valefar to Gearfried then back to Valefar. "Really...?" He said unemotionally, though it was
impossible to tell who it was directed to. "Valefar, I'll deal with you later. Off to hell with ye... I, the archangel Gabriel, he who sits at the
left hand of God, of the order of Cherubim, command thee to hell in the name of the Father, God Almighty, in nomine domine, et spiritus sancti..." Gabriel
locked his eyes with Valefar as the fallen angel vanished in bright light, banished to hell.
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
but I'm still talking and you're not listening" |
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Lucifer sighed at Gearfried's words. "Silly angel..." He mumbled. "Don't you know better than to say shit like that? You can let go of
me, Gabriel, there's no way I'm interfering with this."
Confussion seemed to cross Gearfired's face as Lucifer suddenly took a step backwards, no longer held by Gabriel. Lucifer laughed slightly. "I thought every fallen angel knew better than to curse God and his angels?" Lucifer said taking a seat and making himself comfortable. "It's the one unspoken law of hell, since we all know what happens when someone says something nasty about God. You just opened the door to a whole shitload of trouble, and I won't stop him." He looked at Gabriel. "Not sure if I could, but I don't want to. This is going to be fun." A betrayed look was now on Gearfried's face. "Oh, did you think I actually cared about you?" Lucifer asked. "You're a fucking fallen angel! So am I! I'm beyond caring about anyone else but myself and my image. You've already embarrased me, if you had stopped while you were ahead you'd have gotten a fair fight and I would have stood up for you, simply because I don't like hell looking bad, but you screwed the pooch, Gearfried, I won't stand in the way of God's hit man." He nodded to Gabriel when he said that, a small smirk on his face.
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Gabriel's expression hadn't changed, he was still showing an unemotional indifference as he put himself into motion towards Gearfried. "In nomine
Deus... do you remember what that means? In the name of God..." Gabriel said. "In nomine Deus means that I have all the powers of heaven, granted to
me by God Himself. I answer to no one but Him, and He's given me right to end you."
Gabriel stopped in front of Gearfried, a breath only between them. Cassiel's attention was elsewhere, as the humans that were going about unaware suddenly were making their way from the bar by Cassiel's will.
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
but I'm still talking and you're not listening" |
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Hizkiel suddenly had a twisted little grin on his lips as he took a few steps backwards, getting out of the way. Knowing what was about to happen, he
couldn't help but smile. These were moments he waited for, relished, as his sword appeared at his side.
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Gabriel reached over his shoulder, drawing his sword from his back that wasn't there a moment ago. The silver hilt glinted in the dim light of the bar. The
crescent moon that made the crossguard came to rest near his hand. Gabriel always held the sword a little high on the hilt. The onyx and silver pommel, the
silver in the shape of a crescent moon as well, the onyx finishing off the circle abosrbing the light like the night sky as the silver glimmered as it caught
the light. The delicate etchings along the blade, made of angelic symbols giving the power of God and Gabriel to the blade, seemed almost ready to flow with
blood.
"In nomine Deus, Gearfried, blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, and I come in the name of the Lord..." Gabriel said as the sword moved back almost faster than the eye could catch. It swung back around, the broad of the sword catching Gearfried on the side of the head. Meanwhile, the dagger had made an appearence in Gabriel's left hand, as the sword was swinging towards Gearfried's head. Gabriel thrust in low with the dagger, connecting with Gearfried's midsection as the sword hit his head, sending Gearfried stumbling to the left, putting space between the two. Gearfried had no time to react, though, just as he went stumbling off, Gabriel spun slightly on his heel, turning himself to face Gearfried. The sword came back around again, thrusting through the fallen angel's heart. However, an angel can't be killed unless the angel fighting him wanted him dead, and Gabriel didn't yet want Gearfried dead. He pulled back out the sword, blood running down the blade, collecting in the etchings on the blade, making a dark red pattern as it began to drip to the floor along the steel of Gabriel's sword. Gearfried fell backwards, hitting the floor, his eyes looking up to Gabriel as Gabriel stepped forward, holding the sword to Gearfried's throat. Gearfried's split blood came back down the blade the way it had come, dripping now on to the fallen angel. "Never insult God." He said softly and unemotionally.
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As Gearfried hit the floor, Hizkiel silently moved up from behind Gabriel. His own sword still drawn, he shoved it into Gearfried, through the floor, holding
the fallen angel in place. There was not a sound in the bar, not even breathing, until Gearfried began a heavy pant with the pain of the holy blades having
been thrust into him. Hizkiel's expression was unemotional as well as he leaned over Gearfried, his hand holding the sword into place.
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"Hizkiel is enjoying himself, thank you, Gearfried." Gabriel said in a cool tone. "Now... where to begin...?" He mused as he moved his
sword from Gearfried's throat. "Well, we won't start at the throat, I want to hear you scream. Let's start with the balls." With a quick
motion Gabriel sliced into Gearfried's privates. A deafening scream came from Gearfried. "Well, that had to hurt." Gabriel remarked as he took a
deep cut up Gearfried's abdomin. "Disembowlment is always a laugh too. Izzy...."
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
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The corner of Hizkiel's mouth turned up into a cruel smirk as he took Gabriel's dagger and proceeded to disembowl Gearfried. Again, Gearfried was
screaming but it added nothing but a perverse sort of pleasure to the moment.
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"Rip out his spine while you're in there, Izzy, we'll give physical proof to the fact that he's a spineless bastard." Gabriel ordered.
" I'm saying nothing for the good of myself;
but I'm still talking and you're not listening" |
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Hizkiel didn't respond verbally to the command, he simply pushed Gabriel's dagger further into Gearfried, breaking through the vertabre with the blade.
Only a dagger forged in heaven and wielded by an angel could be strong enough to do that. He jerked back his hand, ripping out Gearfried's spine as the
fallen angel continued to scream, even louder now. He threw the spine off to the side as he drew back. "All that holiness inside of you, such pain it must
cause." He said in a hoarse whisper. He stood, handing the dagger back to Gabriel.
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