A small interlude, takes place a small amount of time after Prelude de Madness. Just a little bit of Sibling interaction. Because really, who can approve or condone the killing off of such an awesome character as dear old Gabby? Also a bit of back story on the "mysterious appearance" of dear old Sariel. There's not really much on him, so I got creative :)

"While I DO find your antics amusing, now might not be the best time, Gabriel." Sariel sneered, eyes grazing over his brother's languid form.

"Well well, baby bro, lookie who's finally decided to join the party" Gabriel returned the look with a smirk, arms opened wide behind the illusionary women they'd previously been wrapped around.

"And here I thought you were off getting a tan on a beach. How is the Sahara anyways?"

"Dirty." For emphasis, the angel in the female vessel brushed imaginary dirt from her suit. "Not that I saw much as I was, thanks to you."

"You never could take a joke well Sariel. Always so uptight." Gabriel spoke dismissively, turning his attention back to the scantily clad fake-but very real feeling!- women.

"I am the sun and the moon of being, Gabriel. I am the protector and the destroyer, the healer and the killer. I am the very balance of the existence you seem to enjoy so much. Don't you think I had better things to do than hover in an earthen ware jar in the middle of a waste-land."

"Come on, bro. Can't you at least appreciate the ingeniousness of the magic I had to work to keep you there? Pretty brilliant, am I right? And that was in my pre-Loki days. Just think of all the new and interesting situations I've been tricking our siblings into in your absence. Don't you want to hear the tales I've got to weave?"

Sariel sighed, before glaring, sulkily.

"You're tempting me, just so I won't smite you and curse you into oblivion for a few thousand years. It's the least you deserve. After the first few centuries, I began to believe I could actually feel dehydrated. "

Gabriel waved a hand, dismissing the illusions and strode over to his younger brother and threw an arm around his (Attractive!) vessel's shoulder.

"Don't look so glum. Just wait till you hear where Michael and Lucy are serving obligatory couples therapy these days..."

His younger brother enjoyed the tale immensely, just as he knew he would. All younger sibling's love to hear their older sibling's have fallen a few thousand feet of their high and mighty horses into a deep dark, eternally caging pit. Although the "apocalypse" thing did worry the youngest Archangel, they didn't dwell.

"So, explain to me again WHY you're spending all your time hiding in an illusionary version of an illicit...play?"

R&R?

Not much Leah (in fact, nigh on none, i would wager) But I hope this little piece was found amusing and interesting, in any case.