"Maybe we should go" Raphael still sounds nervous, almost afraid, whenever he talks to Michael without being asked to, and even though it hurts, Michael has to admit that his little brother is right to be scared. After centuries of having near absolute power over Raphael, he has to constrict himself every time Raphael talks all of the sudden, to not turn what should be normal conversation into power play and deliberately hurt his brother with a few well chosen words.
It just seems out of order, somehow undermining his authority, for Raphael to talk like this and Michael feels like an asshole for having to remind himself over and over again that your brother talking to you without being requested isn´t an offense, but how it should be and that punishing Raphael would be abuse.
"Where to?", he asks, pushing back his dark thoughts and trying to encourage his little brother to say more, but he isn´t sure if he sounds in any way convincing. He has brutally ripped apart the good connection he once had with Raphael before Lucifer´s rebellion, and he knows already that establishing a new one based on trust again, is going to be one of the hardest things he has ever done.
If it is even possible. Raphael is trying his best and doing more than could ever be asked of him, but can anyone really forgive his torturer? Should anyone?
They are still sitting in the garden and few feet away from each other on that damned clearing, having talked more and more open to each other than they have for, what feels like forever. They have long lost all feeling of time, but then, time in the garden has always been strange and the whole draining emotional roller-coaster of the last days, certainly doesn´t help with to feel sure of anything.
Raphael shots him a quick look, apparently decides that it´s safe to speak and answers: "To heaven… I mean, to the other parts of heaven of course. We should look after the young ones, someone has to"
Archangels Michael thinks with mild amusement, that is further dulled by how deeply tired he suddenly feels. Angels don´t require sleep, but that doesn´t mean they can´t feel tired. Tired of the world. Tired of their own existence. Tired of getting up every time they fall, just to be pushed down again by the next tragedy. And while tired humans can just close their eyes and forget all their pains for a few hours, there is no way to get rid of that feeling.
We are archangels, we were meant to lead and somehowRaphael, our mindless soldier, is the only one who remembers.
Michael on the contrary, after all those years of leading heaven, of only existing to lead heaven, just doesn´t find it in himself anymore to get up, be strong, calm down everyone, then professionally slip back into the old established routines. The mere notion almost sends him into sheer panic.
He has kept away from the garden for so long and now the effect the place has on him is multiplied for all this time of self restraint, self punishment in some way. While the garden has always been his home and he has yearned to return there after endlessly taking care of the fledglings in the days before Lucifer´s rebellion, when heaven expanded like crazy, now the effect is well past mere yearning and homesickness.
He has turned the garden from his home into something special, into salvation and now it´s like a drug, he can´t live without anymore, even after only having one shot. He has to stay here in the garden, because here Gabriel is alive and Raphael and Lucifer are whole and happy. Outside he will have to deal with the consequences of Gabriel being dead, of Raphael being a mess, thanks to him, of Lucifer being a monster – or not and which would be worse? - and he doesn´t feel remotely up to facing and attempting to fix this mess.
What is there to fix anyway? Gabriel is dead, never coming back, and who knows what irreversible damage the cage has done to Lucifer? Raphael can improve a bit maybe, already has improved a bit, but there is a limit to that also. Torture (finally calling it what it was, feels strangely liberating, while hurting in entirely new ways) is nothing to just shrug away and Raphael´s memories of good times that could give him hope are irreversibly destroyed to make things worse.
After his short wave of confidence fueled by his makeshift plan – get along, kill Kali, start the apocalypse-, he is quickly falling into a hole again and he doesn´t have the strength to fight it. Why even try, if it´s possible to just stay in the garden, almost seeing Gabriel playing and laughing, wondering where his brother is now, hoping that there still could be something like an afterlife for angels, that the youngest archangel has still a chance to get the happy ending he deserves…
Michael jumps to his feet so quickly, it startles Raphael, the younger archangel's shock waving over their bond and consuming it for a second.
"What is it?", he asks nervously and Michael almost laughs and answers that it´s over, that´s it, he has finally gone mad, irreversibly and totally off the bonkers, but the sudden idea that his mind has come up with in a feverish haze just won´t let go, an idea entirely mad, but absolutely fascinating and captivating him at the same time.
So, no one knows if there is an afterlife for angels and most everyone assumes there isn´t, but what if they are all wrong? And assuming there is, there would certainly be a possibility to bring someone back from it, just as there is for the humans, as his own true vessel has demonstrated so timely and impressively.
Alright, of course every plan in that direction stands and falls with there actually being an afterlife for angels, but as Michael realizes in a wave of fear and utter excitement, there actually exists someone to ask. The same person who is also maybe the only one who could bring back Gabriel in case. And this is where his half cooked plan turns from tolerably mad into batshit crazy.
"What is it?", Raphael has asked, so Michael tells him. And is meet with not-so-thinly-veiled horror, that his little brother doesn´t dare to express in words.
"Come on, say what you think", Michael urges him, even though he already is much too taken by the idea and he knows it. There has to exist an afterlife for angels, there just has to! Everything else would be grotesquely unfair. Which means his plan, as far as it can be called a plan, isn´t even that crazy, thinking about it, just...extreme.
Raphael swallows, clearly not sure if following Michael´s orders is a good idea in this case, but he gets himself together and says: "You want to summon Death on the off-chance that there is a way to bring back Gabriel? I don´t know Michael, that sounds more than just a bit risky"
"Well, who else is there to ask?", Michael snaps. "We don´t know anything about what happens after we die, doesn´t that bother you? And also, it isn´t that risky, I have done it before. He is an angel and he listened to me the last time, so he should listen to me now.
That argument is shaky at best and he knows it. Riders of the apocalypse are only classified as angels, because not even Father has any idea what else to call them and they certainly don´t appreciate being commanded around, Death least of all.
Yes, Michael has managed to command him once, during The Flood, but firstly it had been one of the most terrifying experiences of his live and secondly while no one ever said it out loud, it is way too clear to Michael that he has only managed to hold his own against Death, because Death let him, seeing him as a boy who was trying way to hard to please his father. Death´s eyes never expressed pity and maybe are unable to, but Michael still felt it, whenever the horseman looked at him and it was driving him as crazy then, as it would now.
"Also, the apocalypse is on our list anyway, so what difference does it make? You didn´t think the apocalypse a bad thing a few days back!"
Raphael doesn´t answer that question, that doesn´t deserve an answer anyway. A few days back, when the hell gate was just opened and closed again, feels like a whole age has passed in between. The whole world has changed since then, whatever any of them has said back then, can barely be used as an argument anymore.
"You know that we would have to make a carnage to free him" Raphael states as neutral as possible and Michael almost shrugs it away, because what difference do a few humans and a bit of hell scum make against his brother´s life and since when does Raphael care about mud monkey anyway, when he forces himself to stop and think for a moment.
Alright, maybe releasing Death on earth right now, isn´t the best idea in the book. If this works and he somehow gets Gabriel back (and by now he is mostly convinced that he will, because he has to believe it to be able to go on) crashing them all right into the apocalypse at the same time, isn´t exactly what he wants. Gabriel would be furious and he would have a point.
"Alright, so what if we don´t release him? Maybe we can reach him anyway"
Raphael seems pretty skeptic and Michael can´t exactly blame him. It´s not like Death is next door, he is in a coffin 600 feet deep in the ground and while angels can reach almost any place without a vessel, there are still all the protections and bindings, keeping Death inside the coffin. Most of them were cast by Michael and Raphael, when constraining Death again after the flood, so dissolving them is theoretically possible. The tricky part will be dissolving enough to talk to him, while keeping enough in place to keep him in the coffin. Yeah, not the easiest task, but doable.
"You still aren´t content with this", Michael remarks, after he has told Raphael about his thoughts. Raphael slowly shakes his head and remarks: "If we remember all the spells and how they affect each other and work out the right combination, it can work, just… If we want Gabriel back, releasing Death isn´t an option anymore. I don´t think he can do it from his coffin"
That is actually something Michael has already thought about and chosen to ignore. "We will think about it, when we come to that", he answers, way too sure of what he will do, when presented the deal of freeing Death and getting back his little brother in exchange, but not quite wanting to admit it yet. "Help me with the spells"
The silently work side by side for the next hours, in deep concentration, that feels surprisingly normal and familiar, reminding Michael of his days of running heaven with Lucifer and bringing up half forgotten images of Lucifer leaning against a tree, biting his lip in concentration, completely immersed and his childlike joy, when finally figuring something out.
Michael pushes it away to sink deeper into his own task. The thought of getting Gabriel back is hypnotizing and Michael doesn´t want to crash from this new height. Doesn´t think he would survive the crash.
"I still can´t believe we are doing this", Raphael mutters, just to bit his tongue, cursing himself for having said that out loud, but Michael doesn´t think it makes much of a difference. Raphael´s opinion on all of this is pretty obvious over the bond anyway and he himself didn´t really imagine that the first thing they would do together after their half-reconciliation, would be summoning Death, but life is strange and sometimes the only thing you can do is just go with in.
"Shut up", he says anyway, but sounding too distracted to sound serious. "Do your want Gabriel back or not?"
It´s an impossible question of course and he listens contentedly to Raphael struggling for an answer that criticizes the plan, without being rude against Gabriel and failing. "Good. Then I go down and talk to him and you look after the spells. Take care, you know what he can do to us"
Raphael just nods miserably, but Michael suddenly feels excited in a way, he hasn´t felt for a very long time, or always having been one of the most responsible and shut in angels, maybe ever. This is one of the most dangerous things, he has ever done and while he has never really seen the appeal of getting yourself in danger without any reason, like Lucifer and Gabriel seemed to do, right now he is absolutely excited. Death could kill him, everything could fail in a heartbeat and for some reason that makes him feel alive again.
He shots a last look back at Raphael, hoping that they have worked it all out enough for this crazy idea to work and goes under.
Going through solid things is strange. It´s a bit like scanning a whole city, it isn´t actually him going to all of the places, some part always remains, but his consciousness is floating, floating down farther and farther, floating towards an entity that has always scared him, something maybe more powerful than Father, something that it is a very, very bad idea to disturb.
The strange feeling alive and thinking of Gabriel are they only things keeping him going. He can´t turn back, because he has to save his little brother, bring him home at last. Plain and simple as that.
And then he suddenly feels Death close way to close to him and a voice, whose calm steadiness somehow makes him nervous in a way that tugs at the core of his being, saying: "I thought the next person coming to me, would be your brother. I confess I was wrong about that"
"You mean Lucifer?" Michael´s voice is coming out way too high and he desperately tries to put himself together. He is an archangel, the first angel in creation, heavens oldest, their leader, responsible for all his siblings and he has to sound like that being, not like a scared human girl. He wants to pray, but Death would probably hear everything and that makes it not worth the risk. "Coming to you in which way?"
"Coming to use me for the apocalypse, summon me, bind me. He always had that streak of melodrama, your brother, always thinking himself so important, as if he was the center of the universe. A little child having a temper tantrum and making the whole world watch"
For the first time in ages Michael feels the strong urge to defend Lucifer, but he manages to stop himself, because Death is seriously frighting and he doesn´t want to speak about that brother anyway. The whole situation is getting too uncomfortable for him and he tries to cover it, with no idea if he is even remotely succeeding.
"Lucifer is a traitor", he says, still not content with how his voice sounds, but hopefully improving. "I didn´t come to talk about him, but about Gabriel. You also reap angels, don´t you?"
While there is no physical form he is talking to, with the horseman still secured in the coffin,he is somehow sure that Death is slightly raising his eyebrows that very moment. "I will reap God one day, Michael. While this current arrangement refrains me from physically over-viewing the reapings and cuts off some of my power, it doesn´t stop me from doing my part in maintaining the natural order. You can´t stop Death, no matter how far you put him away, so you don´t have to see him any more.
The tone of the last sentence is absolutely chilling, making Michael feel like a stupid, little fledgling, who has stumbled into something whose consequences he can barely understand.
"Alright then, so can you reach Gabriel? Wherever he is now"
Death´s voice doesn´t change at all, but Michael has the nagging feeling, that if it were anyone else, his counterpart would burst into laughter at this point. It´s not in the tone and they have no bond that he is aware of, but somehow the feeling that the horseman is slightly amused, slides over to him.
"Finally caught up I see", Death replies. "And Gabriel hasn´t stopped using what he has learned, but that is no surprise of course"
"What do you mean by that?" Michael asks impatiently, although getting impatient with Death surely isn´t a good idea, especially when wanting a major favor from him. "Can you bring Gabriel back or not?"
"No", says Death calmly and the fragile dreamworld that Michael has kept upright till now with his crazy whim of a plan, crashes and bursts into dust, leaving nothing at all.
"I can´t bring him back, because he isn´t dead"
"Don´t go off", he adds sharply, as Michael´s whole being feels like being thrown off a cliff and having just landed in an absolutely unexpected pile of cushions, gasping and wondering where on earth the sudden cushions came from. He just wants to curl up alone and process and then one day, maybe gain enough trust in the universe to dare believe what he just heard.
"Don´t go off now, because I am not finished yet. I know you have a specialty for only seeing what you want to be true, Michael, all the archangels have it, even God. But for once in your life, you will drop all your pride and listen to what I will tell you, because I am only telling this once and heavens future depends on it, maybe all the future of your little planet"
"Alright", Michael gasps, not feeling like dropping his pride is going to be much of a problem, since there seems to be nothing left of it, but very sure that he shouldn´t be trusted with vitally important information right now, with his going mad, with fear and hope and fearing to hope, but it doesn´t sound like Death is planning to give him any recovery time. "What is it?"
"It´s about Gabriel", Death says and Michael feels like the whole world just started spinning. "About Gabriel and Lucifer´s petty rebellion and you will listen and not interrupt me"
Michael only manages a weak sound, that could mean anything from agreeing to suffocating. And then Death rips away every illusion about how he made his little brother feel that day.
…
Gabriel is fleeing, running and running and running, just wanting- no- needing to get away from his brothers, from Lucifer, whom he barely recognizes anymore, from Michael, who seems to have lost all empathy and is perfectly capable of killing his own brothers and Raphael, whom he always relied on seeing if something was wrong with the two older ones and who still couldn´t see Lucifer´s rebellion coming. He just needs to get away from all of it, all the fighting, all the slaughter, all the pain he still can´t believe is real.
So he is flying, flying to earth, while he feels like he is shattering from the inside. He thought he knew pain after that time he broke his wing. He was wrong. He has never been so wrong.
This is pain.
Seeing your family turn on each other, seeing your live falling apart, right in front of your eyes and yet being unable to do anything about it.
This is pain and it hurts more, breaks him more, than any physical wound ever could.
Earth, he thinks almost dizzy, blood pounding it his ears, unable to block out the screams, that echo in his mind over and over again, Father help me, the screams!
Earth will safe him. If there is any place that can safe him now, it is earth. Heaven is being destroyed while he flees and he doesn´t dare to face the memories waiting for him in the garden. Isn´t it weird how quick former happiness can stab you in the back, driving you away, because you can´t bear the contrast to your new life?
He needs to get away, the get away from his brothers, it´s all he can think about, but in a strangely lucid moment, he realizes that they will follow him. That they will make him choose sides. They already tried to, he realizes with a sharp twist, one more stab right to his heart, Michael and Lucifer each have found suspiciously much time too sit down alone with him right before the rebellion.
Because they love their little brother so much. Yeah, exactly…
That realization shouldn´t even hurt that much, shouldn´t make him want to crawl up and cry for the rest of eternity, like it´s the worst thing that ever happened to him, considering everything else going on, but it shows him how naive he was, maybe still is, how stupid and naive he was, thinking it was about him, when in reality it was about sides and Raphael knew it he realizes, remember the third archangel always trying to keep him away from Michael and Lucifer recently, Raphael saw it and he didn´t and he has never felt that stupid and betrayed before.
Well, he will never be that stupid again and the thought of Michael and Lucifer treating him like a little child to make him choose between them, literally and figuratively bribing him with candy, seals the deal for him.
Yes, now that Michael has won, there would be nothing easier, than go back to heaven before anyone notices his little trip, tell his oldest brother that he did the right thing and then forget Lucifer and go on with his life, or whatever is left of it by now. But he can´t do that. He just can´t put Michael over Lucifer. Or Lucifer over Michael.
He loves Michael for being his pillar, the most reliable person in the world, the one who always took care of him, loves him because he could always cuddle into his arms to be a fledgling again, with not a worry in the world, because Michael would take care of everything and always keep him save.
He loves Lucifer for sneaking him to earth when they were fledglings, for showing him tricks and hiding places in the garden, for treating him as equal and telling him his secrets, having adventures with him, being curious with him, for always having a smile for him, even when organizing heaven with Michael and being absolutely exhausted.
Whats worth more?
How could anyone decide whats worth more?
And they both wanted him to make that impossible decision, both of them betraying him in the process.
They will still make him chose.
Raw panic surges up not the first time this day and paralyzes him somewhere between heaven and earth. No, no, no! They won´t. He´ll find a way to get out of this. He will…
The thought that comes to him is scary. The next one even more so. Every other day he would have declared himself crazy for thinking them, but now the whole world has gone crazy and in weird new world it seems the only logical way for him to respond. He thinks of the first time he experienced real pain, the time he broke a wing, because he miscalculated a flight as a fledgling.
Only he didn´t miscalculate, that´s just what he told everyone afterwards.
He doesn´t even know when he started doing it. It was just a game, another way to get his brothers attention, when he was bored or they were ignoring him or both. He would pretend that he was hurt, not too badly, just bad enough that they would pay attention to him, be nice to him for a while. He told himself he would never abuse it, never cause his brothers too much pain with it, that he would do it just once or twice when his brothers were really not caring for him and he really needed them to.
But then it worked every single time and somehow he got addicted. That easy way of getting attention, of getting cared for, of feeling loved and needed. And even though his brothers never found injuries, they never accused him of faking. They thought if they couldn´t find anything wrong, it was their fault, not his, because he was obviously in pain.
He became way too good at faking.
And then one day his brothers were arguing about that stupid name thing and Gabriel didn´t know how to stop it. So he "miscalculated" and was absolutely shocked at the pain, when he accidentally screwed up and broke his wing for real.
He stopped after that, because he couldn´t see his brothers that worried, without feeling like the worst brother ever and because that pain had really been horrible. But the one thing he also learned that day, was that his trick had worked once again and even better on the next level.
So if pretending to be injured was step one and really getting injured was step two, then step three is way to clear to him.
It´s just logic.
How far is he prepared to go to teach the ones who he loved unconditionally and who destroyed his life in response a lesson? What is he willing to give up?
Feverish with anger, pain and filled with strange determination Gabriel summons Death.
And when Death asks what he is prepared to give in return he says:"Everything"
…
"And why should I believe you?", Michael interrupts Death´s story, boiling inside and not caring about Death´s warning any more. "Why should I believe he went to you of all people?"
"Who else did he have to go to?", Death asked back and Michael wants to drag him out of that coffin, just to hit him for his calm. "I wasn´t bound back then, it didn´t take much to summon me before you angels decided you couldn´t bear to see me anymore. It was the easiest solution for him, plain and simple"
"What did you ask of him?", Michael almost shouts, his voice shaking. "What did you do to him, when he was desperate?"
If Death had been in front of him now, Michael would have burned under that gaze. "Michael, it was you who took away his future, you and Lucifer. I gave it back back to him"
…
"What do you want?", Gabriel asks Death all those years ago, a young angel still, a fledgling almost, but trying to keep it together, trying to hold his own against Death himself. He doesn´t even know that much about Death he suddenly realizes, just that Michael and Lucifer always warned him from the horsemen of the apocalypse, because they are angels, but not really and because they can be really dangerous, Death most of all.
And yet he is ready to give this being everything, just to throw his brothers off. He realizes he is scared of himself, of what he is capable of doing when being pushed. He has never really been pushed until that day.
"I want you", Death states simply.
"Me?", Gabriel tries a nervous laugh, but it comes out as a choke. "What do you want with me?"
"Does it matter?", Death asks back. "Do you want to get away, or is this just a game for you? Are you a fledgling or an archangel?"
It doesn´t matter. That´s what shocks Gabriel most about himself. He doesn´t care what Death will do to him. Not after today. One part of him is silently screaming and going crazy, the other is just cold, probably dead and none of them care.
He thinks he could just ask Death if he is really partly dead and almost starts laughing hysterically, but catches himself very quickly. This is serious. This is maybe the most serious conversation of his life yet and he has to be a full grown archangel and behave like it.
He just feels so empty.
"I want to get away. I am an archangel and I´m not playing" Facing Death is difficult, those eyes are starring right into him, seeing everything, seeing right to his core, but he feels like there is nothing to see anymore anyway. Just emptiness and determination.
"Take me"
"For a hundred years", Death states and surprises Gabriel with it. "You are mine for a hundred years, submitting yourself entirely. I get a feather from you to make sure of that. After you served your time, you are free to go. In exchange I will mimic your death in a way not even God would be able to uncover. Do we have a deal?"
A hundred years, Gabriel thinks. That´s not much. That´s not much at all and a way better deal than he expected. So why is he shaking?
Stop!, Michael, Lucifer and Raphael are screaming in his mind. Stop it right now, Gabriel, that´s a terrible deal. Don´t do it, don´t give away your control.
He is sick of his brothers, of everything.
He is dizzy and tired and heartbroken.
He can´t think anymore and he doesn´t want to think.
Just get away.
"Do we have a deal?"
And he takes Death cold, cold hand and says with all the confidence and certainty he can muster:
"Deal"
…
"And then?", Michael´s voice breaks. "What did you do to him then, you monster?"
"Michael, I am not a monster, I never was. Everyone is afraid of dying, so they paint me in a way, they can hate me. And you are doing it again, accusing everyone but yourself of being the monster who hurt your brother, seeing only what you want to see"
"I´m not", Michael whispers. "You have no idea you much I suffered the last days, how much I reproached myself. How much I hate myself"
"You do", Death says. "You also hate yourself for what you did to Raphael, even Lucifer. But you do it in general. You push away the details, refuse to think about how you drove them away, how hurt them and that doesn´t help anyone. If you go on like this, you will never start doing anything about it, just roll in self-pity and try to live in memories. Stop it! You have to see the details, accept them as something that happened to fix them, or nothing will change, until the day I reap you all"
"Gabriel?", Michael whispers, because there is nothing to say. Nothing he can say to Death apparently deciding to play family counselor on the archangels, which probably means, it isn´t about them for him, but about the universe, as Death only takes interest in them when they do something threatening his precious natural order. But his little speech still stings horribly.
"I took him as a reaper. I gave him something to do, something to distract him. A clear schedule, a safe environment, while still confronting him with the real world. I taught your brother to survive"
Michael´s startles overwhelmed by sudden anger and disbelief "You think you saved him? You think you did good? "He was young and innocent and you made him a reaper! You made him kill people, taught him to kill. You turned him into what he is now. What have you done to my brother?"
"You still don´t get it" Death stats still calm, but there is fury behind it now, fury that can sink whole continents. "You archangels are thicker then humans sometimes, or you wouldn´t do exactly what I just told you to stop doing, accusing anyone but yourself.
He came to me freely and desperate, begged me to help him get away. I told him the price was a hundred years of his life in complete surrender to me and he said yes. I told him he would have to give me his angel blade and he gave it to me. He was shaking, he was terrified and I asked him for complete surrender and his only weapon. And he said yes. If he ran I wouldn´t have stopped him, but he never even considered that. That was how desperate he was to get away from his family, from you" Deaths voice is now so cold, the air seems to have turned into solid ice."What did I do to him? I gave him something to do, so he could learn to survive. And at the end he was laughing and joking and he has survived to this day. Tell me Michael, what did YOU do to him?"
Michael has lost all sense of orientation, time, even of himself, when he finds himself back in the garden, next to Raphael, everything Death just told him edged forever into his mind.
"Michael!" Raphael is kneeling next to him, shock in his eyes. "Michael, are you alright?" Michael feels himself being lifted up, his little brother taking in his shaking form, trying to make sense of it.
"Michael, what did he do to you?"
He wants to laugh, to cry, to punch someone, to find Gabriel, hug him and never ever let him go again. He wants to kill Death, he wants to kill every living thing in this world, just to stop this new sense of guilt, of not deserving Gabriel, of not deserving anyone from spreading out and consuming him, but then he would again prove Death right, instead of really doing something useful for his brothers for a change.
"The truth", he murmurs, silent laughter painfully stuck in his throat. "Just the truth"
Lucifer´s rebellion, it always comes back to Lucifer´s rebellion, doesn´t it? To that horrible day, he pushed one brother into the pit and lost another. The day Gabriel ran away. And Michael isn´t sure if it was better not to know where Gabriel was running to, that day.
"Michael!", Raphael´s voice pulls him back into the present. "Michael, seriously, what is wrong?"
He just stares at his little brother deadpan. "How much have I failed", he whispers "if Death has to step in to save us all?"
Cookies for everyone who knew that Gabriel also is an angel of death and resurrection. Guess that explains Mystery Spot…
And I hope you can bear with me, I just always thought Gabriel needed one intermediate step from sweet little angel to Loki, so this happened. And I know Death is supposed to be more above it all, than he seems now, but believe me, he is, while this is about family for everyone else, he is already playing the apocalypse.
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