Gabriel goes to find Dream
Time: May 1st 2003, shortly before dawn
Place: Third floor (Michael’s and Gabriel’s rooms) to the Dreaming
Status: Private (Baraq, Dream, Gabriel, Trilby)
Summary: Gabriel goes to find Dream, but encounters more nightmares on the way. Continued from here.
Gabriel bit his lip, torn. Michael was unconscious, breathing shallowly and pale from blood loss, and it was his fault. But if he didn’t get help, everyone else in the Manor would be in danger as well.
A distant cry of pain or fear reached his ears, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Raphael, Aziraphael, and everyone else was in danger. He had to inform Daniel of what was happening, if the Dream Lord did not already know; he could return and heal Michael as much as he could then. For now, his friend was out of immediate danger.
Gabriel left Michael’s room, then paused before running into his own room and pulling a shirt on before grabbing the sword leaning against the foot of the bed, buckling it onto his waist. Then he ran out and down the stairs -
- and into a familiar village. It was warm and humid, and a huge bonfire crackled in the middle, consuming one of the buildings. Screams could be heard from inside.
Yobain. Gabriel winced. He had already had to watch these atrocities once.
Father Diego de Landa stood there, a grimly satisfied smile on his face. He watched as on one side the men burned. On the other, conquistadores wrestled with women and children, forcing them into nooses hanging from a huge tree. Some of the women were naked, having been violated by conquistador after conquistador.
A sick feeling clawed at Gabriel’s stomach. He watched the priests congratulate each other on having cleansed God’s Earth of the sinners, the pagans who would burn in this life and the next for holding on to their faith, while the priests would be rewarded for having done His work.
He remembered Lucifer’s body fading away. It’s all a dream! It’s not real. Fight it.
Father Diego turned to him. “It is our right to convert the heathens, and punish the unrighteous. You show too much mercy, Gabriel; your duty is to carry out God’s Will, not feel sorry for those who have rejected Him.”
Dost thou question My Plan, Gabriel?
Gabriel shut his eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
Exiled and cut off from His Presence for the crime of questioning Him, showing mercy towards His Creation…
Lucifer’s body fading away, while Michael lay there in his own blood…
A young girl broke free of her captors, running to hide behind Gabriel, clinging to his leg as though she could sense that this was the one person there who did not want to kill her. Father Diego simply looked at Gabriel.
“Do your duty, Padre. Cleanse God’s world of the unrighteous.”
Gabriel half-drew his sword with a trembling hand. “This - this isn’t real. You’re a dream, and this never happened. I had no chance to save any of them.”
Place: Third floor (Michael’s and Gabriel’s rooms) to the Dreaming
Status: Private (Baraq, Dream, Gabriel, Trilby)
Summary: Gabriel goes to find Dream, but encounters more nightmares on the way. Continued from here.
Gabriel bit his lip, torn. Michael was unconscious, breathing shallowly and pale from blood loss, and it was his fault. But if he didn’t get help, everyone else in the Manor would be in danger as well.
A distant cry of pain or fear reached his ears, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Raphael, Aziraphael, and everyone else was in danger. He had to inform Daniel of what was happening, if the Dream Lord did not already know; he could return and heal Michael as much as he could then. For now, his friend was out of immediate danger.
Gabriel left Michael’s room, then paused before running into his own room and pulling a shirt on before grabbing the sword leaning against the foot of the bed, buckling it onto his waist. Then he ran out and down the stairs -
- and into a familiar village. It was warm and humid, and a huge bonfire crackled in the middle, consuming one of the buildings. Screams could be heard from inside.
Yobain. Gabriel winced. He had already had to watch these atrocities once.
Father Diego de Landa stood there, a grimly satisfied smile on his face. He watched as on one side the men burned. On the other, conquistadores wrestled with women and children, forcing them into nooses hanging from a huge tree. Some of the women were naked, having been violated by conquistador after conquistador.
A sick feeling clawed at Gabriel’s stomach. He watched the priests congratulate each other on having cleansed God’s Earth of the sinners, the pagans who would burn in this life and the next for holding on to their faith, while the priests would be rewarded for having done His work.
He remembered Lucifer’s body fading away. It’s all a dream! It’s not real. Fight it.
Father Diego turned to him. “It is our right to convert the heathens, and punish the unrighteous. You show too much mercy, Gabriel; your duty is to carry out God’s Will, not feel sorry for those who have rejected Him.”
Dost thou question My Plan, Gabriel?
Gabriel shut his eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
Exiled and cut off from His Presence for the crime of questioning Him, showing mercy towards His Creation…
Lucifer’s body fading away, while Michael lay there in his own blood…
A young girl broke free of her captors, running to hide behind Gabriel, clinging to his leg as though she could sense that this was the one person there who did not want to kill her. Father Diego simply looked at Gabriel.
“Do your duty, Padre. Cleanse God’s world of the unrighteous.”
Gabriel half-drew his sword with a trembling hand. “This - this isn’t real. You’re a dream, and this never happened. I had no chance to save any of them.”