He refused to go down like this. The right hand of the Lord did not bow down to the devil. Never! His ears pinned as his grip was forced free. White stained red by that of a demon behemoth. By the very force that sought to now take more than just his brother and father's left hand. He sought to take the world and all within it.
He was falling. Almost in slow motion as that moment came. He was being forced to submit. Forced to lose by a dirty traitor. He would get back at him somehow though. He had revealed his greatest weakness now. To hurt Lucifer you had to play dirty. You had to destroy what he loved. He would destroy Gabriel, and then those heathens he called children. He was what was righteous. His face screamed, or was that him? He heard it but his eyes were wide. His back was on the ground as it was done. His face carved like a gourd. His paws pushed on Sam. A yelping scream passing his lips. The damage was done.
As soon as Lucifer was off him he was rolling and on his feet. His blood dripping onto the ground beneath him. His eye met Gabriel's weightless ones for long enough that a snarl was released from Lucifer. His scent held hatred and anger he knew. Gabriel had made his choice. He was panting as he spit Lucifer's blood from his mouth. "You'll pay for what you have done demon." and then he turned. Paws slammed against the ground as he fleed from the place. They hadn't seen the last of him.
