Curse My Name

He returned to the godless lands and felt...Fury and rage were words too small for what he felt. His anger filled him like a fire, and for moths he had felt nothing but the all consuming hate that carried him now. He had followed the scent of his brother and that… creature’s offspring to the cold north where he now waited, jaws clenched to be received. He recalled bitterly his last meeting with Gabriel, how he had warned them, told him and Uriel not to trust him. Had they listened?! No! They were far too convinced of the vile serpent’s innocence, and look at what had happened.

Pulling his lip back from his fangs he stood and sucked in as much air as he could. “GABRIEL!” he bellowed, scattering birds into flight, his booming voice echoing through the trees and sending animals fleeing for miles. If he fled or even though of trying to escape he would run him down and slaughter anyone who tried to stop him. Madness consumed him without His light to guide him to solace, his heart hammered furiously as the need for blood consumed him.

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