"No one makes us do anything."

The angel looked himself at the other end of the room, hidden still, in the eyes for a very brief moment, then back at his older brother. This was all Gabriel's idea, indeed. He should be blowing his little trumpet, telling humanity show's over, curtainfall, yet here he was, threatening his older brother with an ( Read more... )

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Gabriel woke up in a children's playground that his reapparance had blown half to pieces, sand strewn in all directions over the lawn, a broken swing next to him, a plastic slide somewhere in a tree. He blinked at a bright street lamp and sat up, shaking grains of sand out of his hair.

( Back to business. )