Curse My Name
A snarl ripped through him as his brother approached, his fur bristled to make the behemoth larger than he already was. “What have youdone ?!” He spat, keeping his distance from the ochre male out of his own fear for what he might do if he came any closer. “I warned you! I told you!” He rumbled furiously “Look at what he has done because you refused to listen to me!” His voice rose as the entirety of the situation came to him with each word. Anger coursed through him until white hot fury blinded him, hot breath escaped him in puffs visible in the chill air of the north. His muscles tensed as he felt the drive to charge forward, sink his jaws into his flesh, rip him apart and… And…
As his eyes lingered over the disfiguring scars on his brother’s face his anger began to dissipate. Michael, The Sword of His Glory had done that to Gabriel, and as realization of what had driven him to forgive Lucifer dawned on him his anger began to fade. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “All is lost.” He rumbled and then hung his head. He looked back at his brother, his eyes cold with resolve but absent of mindless fury. “ Have you signed a covenant with the serpent?” He asked interrogatingly. “Do you stand by him still after what he’s done?” He needed an answer, needed to know that his brother was not truly gone, lost from the world and doomed to damnation. He watched his brother, hoping against hope, but bracing himself for the devastation of betrayal.
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