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Part 59
He needs backup.

The angel hissed right back, turning and shoving Nathan further behind him before he whirled around to take on Gula's assault. He caught her when she flung herself at him, and threw her across the room and into the ground. "Stultissima..." he sneered, the heavy chains still embedded deep in his wings and dragging behind him as he stepped towards the prone Sin, leaving a hideous trail of dark blood in their wake. "Ungrateful servant. I give you more freedom than you have ever been allowed, and this is how you repay me?"

"Freedom..." Gula's growl as she began to crawl towards him was more bestial than before. Her body began to twist and enlarge, skin darkening to black. She snorted as tusks sprouted from her jutting jaw, clothes falling apart as she grew and grew. "Freedom inside a prison is still a prison!" She roared at him, the enormous boar she'd become opening its horrific mouth wide to display her monstrous teeth. The hideous beast was large enough to swallow either of them whole!

"Nathan!" Lumiel called back as the boar prepared to charge again. "Get out of here!"

The writer hesitated. The angel hadn't done well the last time he fought one of the Sins, and then he wasn't already wounded. Nathan didn't want to leave him, and as he began to move -- unable to look away when Gula knocked Lumiel into the wall with a sudden headbutt -- his foot slipped on the pool of blood behind him, sliding out from under him and sending him toppling. He tried to catch himself when he fell and ended up landing with a solid crack on his bad arm. Blood from the angel's wounds stuck to his body, eerily hot, and seeped into his jeans. Cringing back the pain, Nathan forced himself to roll on his stomach, choking back the nausea when he saw how much blood he'd actually landed in. He didn't look back when he heard Lumiel scream, instead jutting his arm forward and tracing out the first signature he could think of.

The next thing he heard was a woman's shriek and an animal's cry. Slowly, Nathan turned.

Lumiel was in bad shape, lying prone on the ground, the chains twisted around him and his wings at disquieting angles. Across from him, the boar Gula was writhing in agony, her shape warping unnaturally, shrinking and growing as if it couldn't maintain its form. And between them stood Gabriel, his long silver hair hanging straight down his back, the white robes he wore brilliantly reflecting the dim light in the room, making it shine even brighter off of the silver scythe in his hands, a thin line of black blood dripping along the blade. Nathan couldn't see his face, but he imagined that his eyes were glowing bright red when he spoke to the Sin. "It is not within my power to destroy you, but you know I can make you wish that I could."

Gula growled, her shape finally settling, though smaller than it was before. "You're just another fool like him! Show me your wings!"

Unfazed, the angel turned his weapon in his hands. "Gladly."

As the gorgeous silver wings appeared on his back and unfurled, Nathan couldn't help the smile he felt stretch across his face when he saw the smug sneer on the Sin quickly turn to fear. The beast screamed at the angel, but shrank away, growing smaller again, until the writer could no longer see her. He thought he heard a whimper and some quiet plea, but when Gabriel moved, his wings fading away once again, Gula was gone.

The angel cast Nathan a worried look before he moved beside Lumiel, setting his scythe down and carefully touching his friend's shoulder. The Devil flinched, a quiet sob escaping him. "Why does no one trust me to win?"

"Shh..." Gabriel looked up at Nathan again as he took on his human visage. He raised his hand and beckoned him closer, his brows knotting. "I will need your help."

Still ignoring his own pain, the writer forced himself up to join the other two. Lumiel was shivering and was paler than Death himself. Gabriel had just removed one of the hooks when Nathan reached them. "I need to ask a very important favor of you, Nathan."

"Wh-what?" He hadn't meant to stutter, but he turned his head to spit out the bile that he hadn't been able to keep down. There was so much blood... he was barely able to look at Gabriel again. "What can I do?"

The angel sighed and began working on the next hook. "I was going to ask you to help me with these, but I don't think you'll be able to. You look ill."

"I... I can help if you need..." Nathan gagged and winced. "If you need me to."

"No, I won't force you."

"Nathan..."

Lumiel reached up with one hand weakly, managing to touch his foot. "Go... back to Michael and help him. His charge..."

"... is very weak," Gabriel said quietly. "I can't reach him as long as he's in that binding circle, and don't need to. Yet. I don't know for how long, though." He frowned and pulled out another hook. "I don't know how he can help him, Lumiel..."

The angel cried in pain, then went slack on the ground, closing his eyes. "If he believes he can... he can..." He opened his eyes slightly. "It's not the boy's time, is it?"

Gabriel shook his head. "It shouldn't be, but at this rate, I can make no promises."

"Then he can help him."

Again, the angel sighed. He brushed some of Lumiel's hair from his face, and wouldn't look at Nathan when he spoke. "I'd rather he help me here..."

I'm going to be sick if I stay here much longer. Oh God... all the blood... if he weren't an angel, he would be dead. Gabriel needs my help... but then so does Michael. The boy's still in the freezer? Susan and I never did find him that key, and Gabriel says he's weak. What if he dies? Michael was depending on us to help him...

What should I do?
It has been a long and busy week:

  • Sunday: Posted Part 58, worked for 4 hours and inexplicably agreed to pick up a shift the next day. Did laundry.

  • Monday: Double work shift (8am to 9:30pm).

  • Tuesday: Worked 8 hours. Went over to my Mom's to watch Face Off and Hot Set with her. Didn't get home till after 11pm.

  • Wednesday: Emotionally trying day, but otherwise enjoyed my third anniversary with my boyfriend, Tristan (we went out to dinner).

  • Thursday: Another double work shift (8am to 9pm).

  • Friday: Total burnout. Relaxed by rendering.

  • Saturday: Laundry. Finished render and started writing latest chapter...


I finished writing this chapter today, and I'm very pleased with it. This week's choice is tough: does he stay and help Lumiel and risk Dexter's life, or does he leave and hope Gabriel doesn't need the assistance he has quietly asked for?

THE CHOICE HAS BEEN MADE: Read Part 60 to see his decision!

<<< BACK TO PART 58

ON TO PART 60 >>>

START AT PART 1
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UltimaMage578 Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2012
That seems like a very busy week, especially since you were working more than 12 hour shifts.

This chapter is so awesome though! Gabriel in all of his badassery.
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Cei-Ellem Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Lol for that brief moment, at least. All he had to do was, well, show up and flash his wings.
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UltimaMage578 Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2012
Yes... very true.
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