Gabriel smiled at the conversation between his son and Magnus. Martin was still young. While Mithias had devoted his life to hunting him down, it seemed Martin was more eager to awaken the gifts he had been given. In his own time, he would discover the limitations even the most powerful of vampires must adhere to, and he would no doubt be scarred, just as Gabriel had been, were he to come so far without dying. He would not warn the child, all had the right to find their own path in this world, and he did not meddle when he did not need to. "It is good that you distrust Jake, my dear Magnus. However, there are far more pressing problems at hand, I fear."

Gabriel was a legendary figure, known throughout the world for his wisdom, power, intellect, and utter disdain for life. Perhaps not the cruellest of vampires, or even men, however, Gabriel had seen so many lives lost, he had simply lost the ability to care. At a certain point, one fruit fly is much like another. However, occasionally, Gabriel did meddle in the affairs of the fruit flies he so despised and pitied. "I come here, bearing a prophecy. Within a year, all that you have wrought will fall. One of your own shall take the throne from you, and all shall be lost if you do not seek out Heaven's Greatest Weapon." Gabriel's smile had never wavered, delivering this somber prediction with a tone akin to glee. His prophecies were based not on some supernatural ability to see the future, but on his knowledge of both the world and it's workings. He had seen a thousnad empires rise and fall, and he had leaned how they functioned, and what triggered their demise. "Do not take my words lightly."

Gabriel had no more to say. He was a being of few words, and he didn't stay in any place long. He traveled from place to place, leaving once his business had been concluded in each location. He once more instilled the illusion, practically disappearing from sight. Once more, he would be believed to have teleported, as he simply left, pacing through the hallways. His words would be repeated a thousand times. He had spoken loudly enough that the nearby guards would have heard his prophecy, and in the mere act of speaking it, he had made it truth. Emboldened by these words, those that harbored any treacherous thoughts would rise against Magnus, and one, in the end, would take his throne from him. However, the prophecy had one major purpose. Magnus's self interest would now be pointed towards Heaven's Greatest Weapon, one of the few things that Gabriel feared. And this attention would lead to it's destruction, if all went according to plan.