Every scar will build my throne[gabe]
A twitch of his lips as he smirked. They had their own weapons. Gabriel had sinned but in doing so seemed to capture Lucifer's complete attention. Blood painted his maw. Gabe would know what had just happened to the demon child of Lucifer. Belphegor Morningstar was no more. His body had been left, shredded and splayed for Lucifer to see. A challenge for the king of demons. Raphael would have found himself proud if he knew the plan Michael had concocted. Destroy a demon spawn, punish Gabriel, make him cry for salvation and aid from Lucifer, then he would destroy Lucifer while he had a chance. While the king wept over his loss and was too weak to defend his kingdom of evil.
Michael came to a halt when he felt he was close enough to let the wind do the rest of his tracking for him. He dropped a peice of reeking hide he had carried and stepped aside. It reeked of blood and Lucifer and demon spawn. Gabe would smell this no doubt with his own scent upon the wind. The trap was set. This was checkmate.
Raw power from the earth and sky formed blustering winds, whipping his fur this way and that. It was impossible to follow any trails right now, and he was looking for somewhere to bed down now. Careful steps carried him across the prairie, seeking any form of shelter until the weather calmed. A particularly strong gust threatened to tip him off course. He persevered, and pushed on. Tears leaked from his sightless eyes, squeezed closed against the violent weather. Death forced itself into his lungs with the wind. The scent was unmistakable. Michael had slain another creature in these heathen lands. Lord, what could have caused this? Bile rose in his throat, and spilled from his jaws. He retched in the grass, feeling the droplets land upon his toes. It reeked, rot and filth spreading through his senses. The faintest hint of Samael's scent clung in his nostrils, and he felt fear twist a knife into his gut. Shaking spittle and vomit from his jowls, he steeled himself. This was a trail that a child could follow. Corded muscle pulled beneath his pelt, and long limbs extended for aeons. He was running, praying that Michael had not made a fatal mistake here. Had Father given his permission for this purge? Without notifying himself and Raphael as well? Unlikely. Michael would be in grave condition if Father found out. "Brother!" He cried. There was his brother, in all of his bloodied glory. The stench of gore clung to his musk, and horror needled at Gabriel's heart. "Brother, what have you done?" He questioned breathlessly, crown lowering to seek out the body of the poor soul Michael had destroyed. There was no corpse to be found, save for a pile of sullied fur and flesh. As it brushed his muzzle, the herald recoiled in disgust. "This is- one of Lucifer's children." He said quietly. He didn't understand. All of this was so wrong. "Michael, you shouldn't have done this. Father- our Lord, will be upset."
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.
Teeth clicked as a smirk came to his face, the distant howl of a raging demon king was heard. So he decided to come out of hiding then. "That's it Lucifer, come to me. The final piece is here now." His paws brought him in a predatory circle around Gabriel. He was quieted now except the snarl that came out. His tail lashed as he eyed Gabriel. Gabriel was as much a sinner as Lucifer now. Father would fell him. His mouth opened and a loud guttural snarl released from within. In an instant he was closing the gap between them. Teeth aimed to tear at the flesh of Gabriel's face, upon the right side. His paws aimed to push Gabriel to make the damage to his face more severe and permanent.
ooc: Predetermined plot so i left the fight stats off
ooc. pp is approved of by me <3 The cry of their Fallen brother reached them. What had Michael done to the child's body? What parts of the child lay here, in a muddied heap? "That's it Lucifer, come to me. The final piece is here now." Michael said, filled with bravado. Wrath is a sin. The male snarled, fearless of anything that may transpire here. "I do not understand, Michael." Gabriel said warily, training his ears on his brother's movements. The soft thump of his paws directed him to pivot a little to keep himself facing the enraged sword of their Father. With yet another snarl, this time filled with deadly intent, he felt the smaller form of his brother collide with him. Teeth scraped against the bones of his skull. It burned like holy fire. He was being cleansed of his sins. Two paws collided with his body, and he let them direct him. The titanic form of the herald met the terra with a sickening thud. The right side of his face burned, wept blood freely. He squeezed his sightless eyes closed, auds pressed tight to his skull. "Please stop!" He cried, but did not struggle or fight back. Doing so would only enrage his brother further. As well, he knew he deserved his brother's wrath. Perhaps their father had decreed this, and hadn't wanted Gabriel to know.
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![](http://imgur.com/3LGDKT2.png)
Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.