New Age Abraxas 1:1-5

Gadreel was perhaps the last to show, but...he wasn't sure. Asides from his littermates, he didn't know how many other siblings he had running around and he didn't care. So far, the ones from the other litter were mutant freaks! He looked at them with distaste as he approached the group, taking his place closest to his father but not before dragging one of the pelts forward a bit so that he sat at the front of the group. The girl with her gross snake tongue wasn't too far, and he side eyed the other freaks as he heard them mutter their plans about attacking his brother. He wasn't about to get in the middle of it. He didn't care, really. He wouldn't tolerate it if they started something with him though. No way in hell would he want to catch whatever disease they had. Last thing he wanted was to sprout snake tongues and spikes. He turned his attention to his father, the boy sitting at attention as he waited to see what was in store.