[Aw]We are ready for the showdown
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.
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As his brother and current stalking interest Gabriel is allowed in any of his threads regardless of tags. Also as the father of Leviathan, Sathanus, and Mammon Sam is allowed to pop into any of their threads as he sees fits regardless of how they are marked.
Where was everyone? Damn, she'd been wandering for a long ass time looking for them. Now, she was all the way in the hot ass southern territories of the continent. On the breeze, she caught her sire's scent. Mingled with blood and death. Then, the faint stink of her baby brother. A low song, coming from her sire, echoed into her ears. Crimson gaze narrowed, a snarl forming on her lips. Drawing her tongue between her fangs, she stormed after the smell. Who would dare cross their family? Someone was going to die today. The sight was gruesome. Her father sat dejectedly over the pale body of Belphegor. His ribs were gleaming white from amidst the violence of his tattered pelt and slimy guts. His face had been torn away, and his mask was missing. The shredded tissue of his heart lay on the ground nearby. Michael had done this. His stink was all over the place. Belphegor had been her favourite. He was the most tolerable, simply because he was the laziest bastard out of the bunch. He didn't care if she chewed on his ears as a child, and he didn't care if she knocked him on his ass when they were grown. He didn't deserve this. She prayed that he was munching on everything in the afterlife, without a care in the world. Michael would pay dearly for what he had done to her brother. "Gabriel too." She said, staring her sire down. She didn't care how much he liked that one, the blind one had taken part. There was no way someone who loved her sire would do this to him. So, Gabriel would die too. Just as slow as Michael would.
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