[Aw]We are ready for the showdown

The morning had started like all others. Wake up, check up on Dafodil and then go to hunt for her. That's what brought him south. He wanted to see if he could find a weak bison or something he hadn't tasted in a while. But now he sat in the morning drizzle before the body of one of his. His lips were pulled as he silently snarled. His eyes sat on the destroyed form of his child. Belphegor. This was a declaration. The scent of Michael surrounded the carcass.

This was war.

His ears were pinned. He had been splayed with his skin carved away and heart torn away. It was a message that Sam had not wanted. Now they would be hunted. The message was received and Sam disliked it. His heart told him that the message could not be true but Sam knew better. Gabriel had betrayed him to save his own skin. The white pelt of his done was stained red and the mask he had so proudly worn was ripped away. It was an unmasking. It was not present though, Michael had took it. A trophy or a message for another. He wasn't sure. Tears clouded his vision but anger was present as well. Michael had done this as Belphegor layed there helpless. There was no sign of a struggle. They would be paying soon. But there was one saint he would be unable to kill himself and for that Leviathan would be needing a bit of training.

Blind as he was Gabriel was still a very real threat. He leaned down before throwing his head a nd lending a booming howl out. It would announce to all those around that he in fact would be no longer hiding. He was on a war path. This blasphemy was the last straw. He had trusted Gabriel to remove himself from Sam's presence entirely, but it had been a mistake. He had shared his pain with Gabe and even forgave and aided him, this was Gabe's answer to that.