Not beta-ed
Title: Messenger's Crimes
Summary: A collection of one-shot plot bunnies of why Gabriel left Heaven and became the Pagan God Loki and a Trickster.
Plot Bunny Number Two:
The Assassination
Warnings: AU, Character's Death, dark themed of murder.
Raphael: God?
[Castiel nods]
Raphael: Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead.
-Supernatural
Season 5 Episode 3 "Free to Be You and Me"
Gabriel stood there frozen as he watch his older brother Lucifer and his garrison was forced out of Heaven; ordered by their Father whom sat on his throne with no emotion across his face. He knew Michael didn't want to do the order from their Father; but as a loyal son he is he was forced to do his bidding without question.
The last moments of his older brother kept flashing throughout his mind; the look of horror; disbelief of what was happening and the silent plea of help and 'please don't do this!' Why would their Father order them to do what they just did? What kind of a brother, a twin no less, betrays part of themselves? (1) What kind of a father would order his own children to fight against each other?
Anger filled through his grace, it pulses throughout his body chilling to him the bone; it egged him to do something to stop this badness that is happening to his family. His wings flex into a fight mode behind into his back; his archangel dagger vibrating across his forearm wanting to be released; his other hand behind his back slightly twitching to reach for his scythe that was tightly fasten between his wings (2) . As he stood silently behind his father in the throne room like an obedient dog waiting for his master to order him to do a trick. He glance as Raphael whom shown no sorrow of what just happened as he was ordered to see to the injured as he bowed and left. The other Servants of the Lord started to leave the presence of God as the War was over.
Didn't anyone care of what happened?! They just murdered their own brothers and sisters for something so pity of disagreeing! Lucifer and the rest would've understood about the humans in time if they just stayed in heaven; to understand why their father loved them so much. Even he didn't know why but he knew that someday he will. Didn't anyone cared that they locked Lucifer into a cage to forever not to be freed again with no connection to Heaven or any of them? Angels are not meant to be alone or they would go mad. Locking him into the Cage Lucifer will be beyond deep into madness if he ever gets freed. Didn't they realized by doing this they are creating a future monster?
As the last of his brothers left the throne room leaving him and their father alone; Gabriel walked up to him looking at his father; who was stoned faced not looking at him. Gabriel studied his father; his form wasn't always the same everyday but this day he looked old and worn out. His usual bright eyes were now dull and almost lifeless. He didn't even look guilty of ordering his sons to fight to the death but at least he given mercy to Lucifer in the behalf of Michael who begged their father not to order him to kill him. But perhaps death would've been more merciful then the Cage.
"Why did you do it, Father? Why did you allow this to happen?" Gabriel asked; hoping that his Father would tell him why. Why did he allow this to happen? 'Please' Gabriel begged silently to himself as God finally turned to look at him. 'Tell me or I'm going to do something unforgettable….'
"It had to be done." Was all God said.
What? It had to be done? What kind of an answer this that? The anger that Gabriel felt boiled over; his grace flickering dangerously around him; his green eyes now having this slight tent of gold in them.
Gabriel didn't know what made him do it. But slowly he crept behind his father whom got his back turned from him; his archangel blade slowly revealing itself as it slide into his palm of his left hand. His father didn't seem to notice him as his son raised his sword ready to strike him down.
With quick twist of his hand of what he was taught since a young age; he grabbed his Father's head so he wouldn't move as his dagger slice across his father's neck as a heavy pool of blood started pouring down his arm; down God's front and onto the stone floor. The wound itself was deep almost decapitating him and Gabriel push his father down the steps after doing the unforgivable deed. God rolled onto his back at the foot of the stairs with a loud thump; his right hand now clamping on his sliced neck as a stream of thick blood poured between his fingers non-stopping.
A sudden blow unseen to come out of nowhere as Gabriel found himself on his knees in pain; as he clutch at his own heart as he felt his Father's life force started to leave him. It felt like he was on fire; it was similar of how he felt his brothers and sisters dying in the Civil War but this pain was somehow different. As the pain somewhat lessen he got up and slowly walked down the steps tours his Father. The blood of his arm now was dripping all over the carpet from his dagger and unsure of what to do next; Gabriel used his dominate hand to rub his face and back of his head smearing the blood all over him in a confused matter. He had always done this when he is nervous of something or thinking. He knew by slaying his Father; his brothers would as well felt their Creator dying. It will be a few moments before they come bursting through those doors finding their Father hopefully dead by that time and finding him covered in his blood. He knew he should run to escape before they find him; but where would he go? What is the point in the end if he did so?
Gabriel looked straight into God's eyes; Gabriel sneered at the form of his Creator being as weak like a human he loved so dearly as he lied on the stone floor bleeding to death. It was almost fascinating to watch a God be so weakened and slain by a not so powerful archangel. It was always said that he Gabriel was the weakest Archangel compare to his older siblings. The ironic justice felt good in his mouth; Gabriel thinks.
"Gabriel…?" God gasped looking up at his youngest archangel son with questionable eyes.
Gabriel grinned; his face now masked into something sinister that no one ever seen before. "It had to be done." He mocked as he slowly creeps up leaning forward towards his ear. "Tell me Daddy Dearest. Can a God die?"
The said God didn't reply but instead he took his last breath just as the throne room doors was blasted open as the other Archangels stopped in horror of what was before them. Without another thought; Michael started ordering them to barricade the throne room; Raphael to heal their Father; and arrest the traitor covered in blood.
Gabriel didn't fight against his brothers as he was dragged off the blooded floor; his dagger dropped from his grasp next to his hopefully now dead father. Gabriel started to laugh; making everyone in the room not knowing what to do. God was always the one that had the answers and everyone now looked at Michael for them.
"Take him to the cells!" Michael raged at the angels that held the short Archangel as they took his weapons off of him; now chaining him so he wouldn't turn and attack them. "Why did you do this Gabriel? What have you done?"
Gabriel didn't have the answer. He really doesn't. He found this so funny; it was poetic. Instead he kept on laughing. He had killed his Father and he found himself not caring of his own fate. He did not feel guilty either. He done this for them; their father had to die why can't they see that? Why can't they see of what he done was a good thing?
As Michael and the rest of the angels were now mourning; the eldest angel now hugging the still form of their Father as it was clear that Raphael couldn't save him; Gabriel wanted to watch this. The angels that held him pushed him forward but found that even though he was short he was still stronger than them. Getting bored at the crying angels Gabriel then started to hum, turned and started walk to the cells on his own leaving behind the bewilderment angels. The angels with him didn't know what was going through their brother's head. Everything was in chaos.
No one saw the dark figure that was off to the side watching this scene in mild amusement. He was tall, sickly pale and skeleton thin; wearing all but dark clothing and in his grasp was his own scythe and upon his ring finger was a white stone ring that slightly glowed.
Death had reaped God.
(End of One-shot)
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(1) In some traditions, Lucifer and Michael are considered twins. This is possibly due to the fact that Lucifer's story may derived from Shahar, the God of Dawn in the Ugarit myth, who has a twin brother Shalim, the God of Dusk.
(2) In Angelic Lore Gabriel only carries two weapons; the Horn of Truth as his first weapon of choice; as it said to be 4 feet in length and forge of shimmering, reflective silver. In rare instances he will use his huge scythe; the weapon itself was said to be ready since Creation to spill the blood of God's enemies. The scythe has a wooden ash handle that spans full seven feet in length and whose iron blade was nearly five feet long.
In SPN canon all angels seem to have some form of a sword. So I figured Gabriel would have a dagger on him as it was seen in 5x10 "Hammer of the Gods" or was that sword a faked? As in Angelic Lore not all Angels used swords.
Author's Note: I had this dark idea a while back; as why God was gone; Raphael telling Castiel that their Father was dead (why would anyone say that to their brother if it wasn't true or they believed it as true?) and why Michael named himself as King in the Heavens. If their father died then they would hush it up to hide this fact to the younger angels; why God didn't stop the End of the World in the future and as well that NO ONE ever seen God besides the Archangels according to SPN.
Like I said before, these are plot bunnies and if you want to take the challenge you can take any and make a story of your own using them. Just give me some credit of the idea and let me know when you post it so I can read it.
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-FireChildSlytherin5
