Date: November 9th, 2003
Time: 3:43 P.M.
As much as Nathaniel's foul mouth and useless items unsettled her, she simply pursed her lips and moved on with something else, perhaps another topic or just walked on. But this time, she shook her head and sighed silently to herself. Suddenly, Gabriel turned her direction to the two angels that arrived later than others. First was Angelo, a rather lower rank but genuinely kind one. She did enjoy his presence and, even though she was much older, admired him. The other was Zadkiel, one of the older angels that took pleasure in Japanese tradition(considering Father had created him to have similar traits to a Japanese person. Despite him being older, he was usually a man of logic, sometimes forgetting the emotions God had given them. Smiling to the two, she dipped her head, once again, the red flame hair falling to her face.
"Do not worry. There wasn't a specific time to arrive, anyway." That was just to irritate Nathaniel for his foul mouth and useless ministrations. Gazing to see if all the angels were already there, she nodded and turned back to the White Faces, who had gone invisible to the human eye. Emphasis on human. Suddenly, Nathaniel had started engulfing himself in flames and making a barrier from where the demons stood. It certainly made the innocent children run away in fear, but Gabriel decided to make herself invisible as well.. to the human eye, that is. She expected the others to do the same. Good, Nathaniel. Stuffing away her wings, Gabriel studied the three, pale demons and pursed her lips in absolute disgust. They were lowly, nasty, practically the mafia of the supernatural world. And Gabriel wanted to throw away every ash of their existence down to the pots of Hell. Farther than Hell, if possible. She wanted them to be consumed in their hatred and die, never returning to see the world. But most of all, she wanted them to be at her feet, begging for mercy. To show that they at least cared for something. Their selves. It made the petite one sad to think that way... but they were like ice and fire. Neither liked each other... never will and never shall.
Date: November 9th, 2003
Time: 3:49 P.M.
Ah, many had arrived, but the fun was only just beginning. True, only three White Faces certainly could not defeat six angels, especially with four being archangels and all. However, with one or two seraphim down, that could be enough to weaken the whole group. They did "care" about their brothers and sisters, after all. Taking advantage of his invisibility, before the firewall had started, he turned to Harlequin and Jolon, his black mouth, uttering up and down. "Hey, listen up. You both know we can't defeat all of them... It's three against six. Barely fair. However, if we damage one or two, possibly even three, it will benefit us greatly. They're foolish and they "care".." At that word, Abatu let out a small and dark chuckle. He did enjoy the angels' poor emotions greatly. True, their minds did not work like humans and it was extremely difficult to taunt them, but still... It was hilarious watching those spineless bastards function in battle. Smirking, he noticed one had charged into battle and created a giant fire barrier trapping the demons. Certainly, their was no passion in his eyes... Anger. Determination. Hatred. But no passion. Was this even an angel at all?
Abatu's large, coal eyes studied the angels and picked out the weakest ones by appearance. Two of them were once humans, a woman and a man, but the rest were archangels. Those he could find out which were weakest. He had never met one, but his master often talked about them. Of course the once human man was to target(Angelo), but not the woman. He would save her for later. However, Abatu noticed someone else in the crowd of winged beings. A little girl. That was possibly the weakest one as well. He had never heard Lucifer speak of her.... Someone who ripped off his wings and that was it. But nothing more. Laughing hysterically, he turned to Jolon and requested he fought the little girl.