The door to the room they were being held in burst open and two large men strode in, grabbing Devery beneath the arms as she continued to seize, dragging her from the room, ignoring Michael's protests as though he wasn't there.
When the door clanged shut again Michael slumped to the floor, defeated and hopeless. His brother lay out of reach, unconscious and barely breathing, livid bruise marks on his throat from where Devery had strangled him.
All of his plans to save Alex and Devery, perhaps even his brother, now lay in shattered ruins at his feet, his own weak helplessness taunting him. Everything good he had tried to do…meant nothing.
Nearly two hours passed before the door swung open again, startling Michael out of the light doze he had drifted into while watching over Gabriel.
There had been little change in his brother's status; he had remained unconscious, his breathing growing steadier and stronger with time, his fingers twitching faintly every so often, giving Michael hope that whatever damage may have been done to him wasn't as terrible as he was imagining.
When the two large men that had drug Devery away entered the room again and began unshackling Gabriel, Michael began protesting, struggling to the end of his chains and trying to push them away, earning himself a brutal blow to the jaw that knocked him back, his head ringing.
As his vision cleared he watched the men drag Gabriel out the door, the sound of it clanging shut scaring him worse than he wanted to admit.
He was truly alone now.
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." Devery recited the prayer with her mother, her childish face solemn as her brow furrowed.
When they had finished Devery rose from beside her bed and crawled beneath the covers, looking tentatively up at her mother. Sarah noticed the look of concern and smiled softly as she tucked the blankets around her daughter, "What's the matter sweetie?" she asked quietly, running her hand over Devery's soft hair.
Devery sighed and shrugged, running her fingers over the worn quilt on her bed before murmuring, "Will I lose my soul in the dark?"
Sarah smiled, amusement making her eyes twinkle. "No sweetie, we prayed for God to protect us, not just in the dark, but all the time. He won't ever abandon us because he loves us," she explained gently.
Devery looked skeptical but nodded, "Okay…"
Sarah ran a hand over her daughter's cheek, "Are you scared of the dark?" she asked, interested in the answer.
Devery shook her head enthusiastically, "No, I'm afraid of what could happen to me in my sleep. Something bad could happen," she said nervously.
Sarah shook her head and gave Devery a reassuring smile, "Nothing will happen to you, God and I will protect you, I promise." She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her daughter, enveloping her in her strong arms and the soft scent of vanilla and cinnamon—Devery's favorite scents.
"Time to wake up Gabriel, you're not allowed to rest quite yet."
The voice was followed by a bucket of ice cold water dumped over Gabriel's head, shocking him awake. He spluttered and shook his head, trying to clear his mind, feeling like he had a pound of cotton where his brain should have been.
As the water dripped from his eyes he was finally able to see who it was that stood in front of him, no longer just a large blur of colors, but a man…or rather a dyad that he had thought dead.
Julian grinned, "How lovely to see you again Gabriel. I suspect you might not feel the same, but that's alright. It won't matter for long." He turned and nodded to one of the men next to him, watching as the tall muscular man strode from the room, returning moments later, the limp body of Devery flung over his shoulder.
The man flung her into the chair across from Gabriel, securing her hands to the pole in front of her and stepped back to stand beside Julian, crossing his muscular arms across his chest. Julian gave Gabriel a pleased smile, "There, now, that's better, isn't it?" he taunted.
Gabriel glared at the dyad, hate and fury filling his veins like a river. "What do you want with us?" he demanded.
Julian laughed harshly and glared at him, "I'm so glad you asked Gabriel. I want to destroy your mind and strip your spirit from your body, leaving it for me to inhabit." He glanced over at Devery, lifting an indifferent shoulder, "Her? I don't really care about her. I'll probably kill her."
He caught the look on Gabriel's face at his words and a slow smirk spread across his face. Leaning his hands on Gabriel's chair he crowded his face into Gabriel's, "Or maybe I'll fuck her once the possession is complete for both of us. Would you like that? Knowing I'm having what you want but can't have?" he taunted, grinning when Gabriel lunged forward, swearing.
Nodding, he turned away and walked towards what looked like a power transformer, "Well, either way, neither of you will last much longer." He pointed to the pole in front of Gabriel, "When I flip this switch that pole becomes electrified, as do those wires," he pointed above Gabriel's head, "above you. If you don't grab the pole, they will fall onto your lovely friend's head and electrocute her until she is dead."
With a malicious grin Julian reached out and gripped the handle of the transformer, "Good luck Gabriel." Gabriel glared at him until the switch was flipped and a moment later the pole lit with power, shining brightly, and the open cables above began to descend.
Without a second thought Gabriel reached out and grabbed the pole, groaning in pain as the electricity coursed through his body. It was excruciating; he could feel the pain vibrating into his bones and his eyes, his body screaming for him to stop after just a few moments.
He could no longer hold back his cries of pain as he held onto the electrified pole, his body shuddering with agony.
Devery's eyes fluttered, blue light creeping into her consciousness, followed by the sound of agonized cries. She lifted a hand to rub her face and found it was shackled, just enough to let her reach her face, and no farther.
Realizing that the cries of pain weren't in her imagination or from the foreign angel spirit within her, perhaps trying to torture her, she opened her eyes fully, her gut twisting in horror at the sight before her.
She reached out without thought her hand landing on Gabriel's and received the most powerful shock she had ever felt, her heart racing and her spine arching as agony raced through her. Gabriel's eyes opened at the sensation of her hand on his, frustration filling him, didn't she know better?
Shaking her hand off, he unclenched his jaw and tried to speak, his throat tight and dry. "D-don't touch m-me…" he broke off, his body shuddering with pain. Devery frowned at him and then up at the wires above their heads, understanding flooding through her.
If no one held on they would both die.
Without a second thought she lashed out, grabbing Gabriel's hand and wrenching it away from the pole, bending his pinkie back until she felt the finger break. He cried out in pain, snatching his hand away from her with an incredulous look until he realized what she was doing a half second too late.
Devery reached out with both hands, wrapping them around the pole, screaming as the power flooded through her. The light blazed white hot, coursing through her, frying her nerves and searing her brain, her body twitching and then falling back limply against the chair, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air.
Gabriel stared at her in horror, praying desperately to see her breathing, knowing it was futile.
The door to the room swung open and Julian raced in, a scowl gracing his handsome face. "What the hell happened?" he demanded, striding over to turn off the machine, despite the fact that it was no longer working.
He turned and went to Devery, cautiously assessing her, feeling for a pulse or a breath sign before scoffing in disgust, "What a waste," he muttered, turning to nod to an 8-ball that had followed him in.
The man stepped forward and unshackled her, lifting her from the chair and carried her from the room, taking her somewhere unknown. Julian stared at Gabriel thoughtfully and then nodded, "I'll just have to try something different with you," he murmured.
As he turned and walked out of the room Julian looked back over his shoulder, "I want you to know that your brother managed to escape. He's safe, for now."
Gabriel sighed, silently grateful that one of them had made it out of this hellhole. Guilt immediately swamped him, he shouldn't feel any kind of relief, Devery was dead because of him; her life was over.
He stared down at his bruised, broken hands and to his immense surprise; tears began to roll down his face. He had lost the one person who had actually wanted to help him, despite everything he had done to the world, to her family, and how he had treated her.
It still surprised him that she had wanted to try to help him, she wasn't his family, she was human—the very people he had wanted to eradicate, perhaps irrationally so, yet she hadn't given up on him like his own brother had.
The door opened again, breaking into his dark train of thought. Julian strode forward, syringe in hand, malicious smile on his face. Gabriel stared at the dark red contents, too weak to struggle as Julian gripped his jaw and tilted his head to the side, angling his head so he could jam the needle painfully into his neck.
Gabriel let out a weak hiss as the liquid hit his veins, spreading like fire through his body. His lids fluttered and began to descend as his mind began to lose hold on reality, the room spinning around him.
The door swung open, screeching on rusty hinges and Gabriel looked up, surprise and relief rushing through him at the sight of Devery standing in the doorway. She smiled softly at him for a moment before stepping forward and pulling a key from her pocket, her hands moving quickly to unshackle him from the torture device she had died on.
She had died…the thought slowed him as he stood and he grabbed her arm, turning her back to face him, his brow furrowed in confusion, "How are you here? You died," he stated, pulling his hand away, suspicion crawling through him.
Devery smirked and rolled up her sleeves, showing him her brands, "I died before too, remember? It didn't last too long." She reached out slowly and took his hand gently, smiling comfortingly the whole time, lifting it to place over her heart, "There, do you feel?" she asked, "I'm real, and alive."
She lifted her brow and smiled, waiting for him to decide, her heart beating steadily under his palm. His own beat wildly, yearning to believe, until finally he nodded slowly and lifted his hand from under hers and swallowed hard, "What now?" he murmured.
"We're free," she murmured, holding out a hand, indicating for him to follow her. She led him out of the room and into the heart of the New Delphi complex, the silence deafening. Gabriel looked around in shock, thousands of former residents lay dead, fallen where they had stood or tried to run, smote by her powers.
"Y-you did this…"he murmured, hardly able to believe it.
She nodded an odd half smile on her face. "Vega is safe now, and so are you. Humanity is safe. I'll hunt down all 8-balls and exterminate them and the war between Heaven and humanity will finally be over."
Gabriel felt a chill at her words, this sounded nothing like her professed mission.
Devery turned to Gabriel and stepped close, her eyes shining as she smiled up at him, "We can do it together. You can take your place as God's right hand man again, your place of glory, power," she ran her hands up his chest and leaned in to whisper in his ear, the words breathy and hot against his skin, "I know you want it."
Gabriel shuddered with desire, for what she offered with her words, and for her. When her lips turned to his skin and began to draw across his jaw he groaned involuntarily, tilting his chin to give her better access, his large, strong hands moving to grip her hips and draw her closer.
Devery pushed his shoulders, forcing him back slightly and gave him a sultry smile as she took his hand, leading him away from the carnage, through the halls and to a large steel door. Pushing it open she tugged him in, shutting it behind them, revealing the large comfortable interior.
She leaned back against the door, her fingers latching onto Gabriel's shirt and pulling him closer until his body pinned hers back against the cold metal, his hands coming up to rest on either side of her head, his strong forearms flexing as his body leaned into hers.
Devery pulled at his cape, tugging it from his shoulders and tossed it aside, her eyes steady on his as her hands ran over his chest, working quickly to tug his armor loose and push it aside, her expression eager.
As her hands stripped him bare, Gabriel felt himself stirring with arousal, eager to touch and please her. When her hands moved down his now bare chest, he let out a soft noise of pleasure and leaned in, capturing her mouth with his, groaning softly at the taste of her.
Her fingers dug into the skin at his hips, her body arching against his in pleasure as his hands stroked down her back softly, his lips moving against hers fervently. She felt like hot silk under his hands and he wanted more, he wanted all of her.
Barely breaking away from her kisses, he wrapped his hands under her firm ass and lifted, her legs wrapping around his waist, gripping him tightly as he spun and carried her towards the large bed in the far corner of the room.
He groaned as she rolled her hips against his, a needy cry rising from her throat. Gabriel lowered her to the bed and tugged at her jeans, yanking them off in one swift movement that took her underwear with them, leaving her gloriously bare below the waist.
Devery shivered with delight and tugged her shirt off, quickly shedding her bra and rested back on her elbows, smirking softly at him, "Don't forget yours" she murmured, pointing to his pants, which now clung tightly to his arousal.
Gabriel smirked at her and backed up a step, slowly unlacing the tight leather, watching as her dark eyes narrowed and followed each movement, her lips parted with anticipation. As he slid his pants down she let out a soft moan, biting her lip gently and reaching a hand down to stroke herself.
Gabriel felt himself grow harder at the sight and reached down to take his cock in hand, stroking it slowly as he watched her. He hadn't thought she could be any more beautiful than when she was fighting in battle, but now that he saw her like this…his heart broke at the sight of her.
After a few more minutes Gabriel couldn't stand not touching her and moved across the room, crawling onto the bed to replace her hand with his, his mouth finding hers, swallowing her gasp of pleasure.
When he slid two fingers into her he moved his lips to her neck, sucking and biting her, tasting her like he had imagined, and he murmured softly to her as she moaned. "Come on now love, come on. Say my name," he whispered.
Devery gasped and moaned as an orgasm built within her, her hips moving restlessly against Gabriel's fingers, her body aching for release. When it happened moments later Gabriel felt her body flutter softly around his fingers and ached to be inside her, feeling her gentle power.
Without hesitation he grasped her knees and slid them wider, settling himself between her legs and with a sharp thrust of his hips, entered her. Devery moaned, arching against him, her body still buzzing from her orgasm.
Gabriel drove into her, his thrusts slow and deep, driving her back against the mattress, his groans of pleasure mingling with her sharp cries as their bodies came together. Devery rocked back desperately against him, her hands running over her breasts to rub her nipples between her fingers.
"Oh yes Gabriel…yes!" she cried, flicking her thumb over her nipple to try and create more friction.
Gabriel groaned and grabbed her thigh, pulling it up to angle her hips higher, his thrust hitting her deeper as he did, her body shuddering around him at the pleasure the new angle created.
"Oh fuck! Yes!" Devery cried out as he plunged harder into her. She could feel another orgasm building, and when Gabriel reached out to rub her clit, she fell into it, her body clenching around him.
Gabriel groaned at the sensation of Devery's orgasm, barely able to hold back from pounding into her and chasing his own, but instead held steady, slipping from within her and rolling onto his back, pulling her onto his lap.
He slid into her easily; her entrance soaked, and began to thrust into her slowly, her soft moans encouraging him. Her hands ran over his chest and down his waist to her own body, her hips rocking faster against his as pleasure began to build deeply once more.
Gabriel watched as she rode him, her head falling back in pleasure, her eyes shut as moans fell from her mouth, her lips forming an O that gasps escaped from regularly. When he reached out to stroke her clit again Devery cried out and bucked against him, her body eager for more.
Their gasps of pleasure filled the room and Gabriel grew closer to his own end, thrusting harder up into Devery, feeling pleasure tighten low in his belly, a fire burning out of control. He stroked her clit faster, moaning as he watched her roll her hips harder against him, her breath coming in desperate gasps.
"Oh please Gabriel, please," she begged, her body so close.
Devery thrust harder against him, the need for release nearly mind numbing. Gabriel rolled her clit between his fingers as he thrust into her as hard as he could and with a loud cry, she came, her body tensing around him.
Gabriel thrust twice more into her until his own pleasure erupted, blinding him. Heart pounding and breaths coming in gasps, he poured into her as her body trembled around him, her soft gasps in his ear.
A moment later her hoarse voice whispered in his ear.
"I'm sorry."
Before he had a chance to respond or open his eyes to find out why she was sorry, a blade pierced his chest, plunging into his heart and sending blood rushing over his bare chest, spilling onto the bed that they were still sharing.
His eyes flew open in shock and he stared up at her in horror, feeling his life slipping away.
Julian appeared by the bed, naked, and took Devery's hand, smiling as he led her away. As Gabriel's heart slowed he watched the couple sink to the floor, their hands covered in his blood, touching each other.
"No…"he gasped before his heart stopped forever.
Gabriel heaved, his stomach rejecting what his mind had put him through. He slumped against his bindings, gagging and sweating as he tried to sort reality from fantasy.
"Oh good, you're awake!" Julian's jovial voice filled his ear, and he wished more than anything he wasn't. Footsteps approached and a moment later a strong hand gripped his chin, forcing it up and to the side, and in his peripheral vision he could see another syringe of red liquid.
Gabriel groaned in protest weakly, he didn't think he could take that sort of torture again. When the needle bit into his skin and the fire of the liquid spread through him, he cursed faintly.
As his eyes drooped shut he felt ashamed to feel a fleeting sense of happiness; he would get to see Devery alive again, and make love to her again, without consequences. He embraced the darkness that overwhelmed him, enjoying the madness.
AN: Ok, for this and the next chapter I've altered how we approach what happened on the show, so I hope you all like it. Please review and let me know what you think! Thank you for following/favoriting and reviewing. Happy reading!