Disclaimer: I own naught but a computer, a vivid imagination, and a heart broken by the death of a wayward angel.
A/N: This takes places about a year after the events of "Hammer of the Gods" in season five. Beware, here be spoilers. Also, no offense intended to any religion, creed, etc. I am borrowing characters from a TV show that borrows characters from a vast array of mythology, folklore, and religions.
Kali's Lament
I walk down the deserted hallway, my feet leaving small clouds of dust in their wake. Dried Blood streaks the walls, as though painted there. Well I supposed they were, in a fashion, splashed on the corridor by a vengeful angel. It has been over a year since I last walked this hall, yet I am still astounded that I had the strength to return. After all, I was one of few to escape; ironic, really, that of all the gods who met here at this wretched hotel, only a motley crew of mortals, two hunters, and I survived. Yet the creatures that walked this earth through the millennia were gone- Ganesh, Odin, Balder, Baron Samadi. And Gabriel. The others believed his name to be Loki, but I knew better. Gabriel, my Gabriel.
When I first discovered that name, I was livid. Not surprised that he had lied, no, from the moment we met I knew that little truth ever fell from those lips. But I could always tell what he truly meant, behind those lies, as though the thin covering made the truth all the stronger. No, it was not the fact that he lied that hurt so, but what he had lied about. An angel? After all those centuries of playing the fool, it turned out he really was playing me for a fool. Loki, the trickster, the chess master, the laughing god. An angel. A bloody archangel, wings and armor and horn and all. He must have breathed irony, for all the jokes of fate that surrounded him. His little pranks were only the start. A pagan angel of the lord, the god of lies, bearer of the horn of truth. And now the betrayer is the twice betrayed- his wayward brother, full of pride and childish jealousy, striking him down. But not before my own betrayal, in a fit of self riotousness me and my foolish pride. I called for war and received a massacre.
He should have fled, took flight on those ridiculous wings of his, and vanished. That is what Loki would have done. But he wasn't Loki and would never be again. That day he brushed off his halo and reclaimed his honor. He was Gabriel, glorious, golden Gabriel, returned to clean up his family's mess. Returned to save me- my guardian angel.
I enter the room and my breath solidifies. It is empty, completely barren, save for the charred shadow of two massive wings a scorched upon the floor. A primal, choked wail escapes from deep within my chest as I sink to the floor. I shudder as I vow to find Lucifer. The Devil will burn for this. With every drop of power left in me, I will destroy him. I do not know how long I kneel here, mourning, cursing my own arrogance. Suddenly I pause, alert, as I sense a presence behind me. "Miss me?" says a playful voice.