Alright, perhaps I'm a little bit mental for what I'm about to write. Either way, I hope you enjoy it, and I hope it does what it's supposed to, if you have managed to work that out already. ;) - Gabriel
Prologue
It all kicked off when Gilbert's mind began to think about things differently, and his eyes began to see the world in a different light (or rather, a different level of darkness). Empathy was a gift that he had been born with, but a gift that he had never really fully had the time to nurture and bring up. It only really began to matter when he joined the task force in the police department's HQ, and it really clicked into place when he began work as a detective.
Gilbert's mind was sharper, faster, stronger and harder to break through than most, and with his intelligent empathy? As a pure empath, psychologists craved to analyse him, to try to understand him, however, nobody - not even the greatest, most clever scientist on the planet - could even begin to solve him, or the way his mind worked.
No one could survive a day in Gilbert's mind.
Scratch that; nobody would (could) survive a minute in his mind.
When he was brought to the scene of a bloody murder, he was brought there blindfolded, unable to see anything on the way there, as it would hinder his thoughts - which in time would be solely focused on the crime scene. When the blindfold was taken off, he would be left alone in the room to work his magic.
He would enter the mind of the killer, and understand horrifically how everything happened, what happened, when it happened, and even why it happened. All of these factors would eventually lead him to who caused the murder, and he would hunt them down, putting them behind bars.
Gilbert was Germany's Guardian Angel, though his face was never revealed to the media to credit for his success. His younger brother unwittingly kept him hidden from view, and rightly so. Gilbert used Ludwig as his mask.
For years, Gilbert went to various psychologists, and they all attempted to extract the same information from him. Gilbert was too smart for them. He wouldn't have any of it.
Pure empathy, and also pure reluctance to conform, to be independent in his own strategy and thinking. His mind was so perfectly composed for solving crime that it may as well have been decorated with a pretty little bow, with a label, certificate and everything.
However, in time, the Angel and his layers of darkness attracted the attention of something much more dangerous, and much, much darker: a real angel. A real one, that had been damned and had fallen from grace, and landed himself in what was perhaps one of the most powerful positions on Gilbert's life's chess board.
This real angel was angry, silent, malevolent, and yet somehow vaguely happy and innocent.
A real threat, but one that was often swept under the carpet, or - at least - not kept a very close eye on.