No child of ours should have to die for us[gabe and Raph(?)]

The softest of laughs, bordering on amused, arose from the silken chords of his Fallen brother. Brows drew together, baffled. What was so funny about his role in Samael's damnation? "Don't you see Gabe? You freed us by helping, we don't fear anything now. But if it makes you feel better than just walk with me. I have someone I want you to meet. Someone you haven't yet, someone that steals even my most volatile child's heart." It was a dubious request, which the herald was wont to ignore. Raphael, had he arrived now, would declare it a trap. Perhaps it was. However, the male was curious.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," he hummed, a half hearted shrug lifting his shoulders. After all, he had come to hear his brother out. To understand what was going on. A soft gesture with his muzzle would be offered, indicating that he would follow Samael's lead. The soft brush of burly musculature against his own delicate shoulder. His brother was close now, leading him onward. He smelled like children, without a doubt now. Many different milky scents overwhelmed the herald, and he dared not mention it. After all, he had damned the last litter. Dare he mention these children, and damn them as well?

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