@"ReD"
Regeneration was a bitch.
Here's the nitty-gritty details of how Gabriel the avatar's "immortality" worked: his energy disperses and dies, and the sum of him gets dragged into Hell. The bigger him, the Mikhainon that was all armor and tentacles, would nag his ear off while he reconstructed another soul for him to use.
He didn't like that. On the list of things Gabriel hated, getting talked down by the more powerful Mikhainon was at the very top.
He returned to Manta Carlos very, very angry.
At the dark of night, near the lake at the school, the ground opened up. Mikhainon — the weaker one, the avatar, the creature often referred to as Gabriel — crawled out of the pits of hell with his barely materialized fingers clawing the earth. The sand rose up to construct his skeletal system, then the organs, muscles and finally, skin.
Instead of the usual startling red hair, a sea of blonde gushed from her head. Her bare body was suddenly covered with a tattered, black funeral dress. She exchanged the usual form for the woman known as Cecilia, but she kept the golden catlike eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. In her right was her signature silver dagger, as freshly made as her new body.
She turned into a raven and followed the instructions of a minor demon she assigned to follow Lochlann around to find out his address. The apartment building was unimpressive, and so was the view of the apartment from the inside, just like his Lochlann's hairstyle and general fashion sense. God, she hated him so much.
She entered the building as a small mouse and crawled under the door. Shit, this place smelled. She turned back into Cecilia.
She sat on his waist abruptly, to make sure she shook him awake, and pressed the cold blade against his neck.
"Baby, why didn't you call?"
Regeneration was a bitch.
Here's the nitty-gritty details of how Gabriel the avatar's "immortality" worked: his energy disperses and dies, and the sum of him gets dragged into Hell. The bigger him, the Mikhainon that was all armor and tentacles, would nag his ear off while he reconstructed another soul for him to use.
He didn't like that. On the list of things Gabriel hated, getting talked down by the more powerful Mikhainon was at the very top.
He returned to Manta Carlos very, very angry.
At the dark of night, near the lake at the school, the ground opened up. Mikhainon — the weaker one, the avatar, the creature often referred to as Gabriel — crawled out of the pits of hell with his barely materialized fingers clawing the earth. The sand rose up to construct his skeletal system, then the organs, muscles and finally, skin.
Instead of the usual startling red hair, a sea of blonde gushed from her head. Her bare body was suddenly covered with a tattered, black funeral dress. She exchanged the usual form for the woman known as Cecilia, but she kept the golden catlike eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. In her right was her signature silver dagger, as freshly made as her new body.
She turned into a raven and followed the instructions of a minor demon she assigned to follow Lochlann around to find out his address. The apartment building was unimpressive, and so was the view of the apartment from the inside, just like his Lochlann's hairstyle and general fashion sense. God, she hated him so much.
She entered the building as a small mouse and crawled under the door. Shit, this place smelled. She turned back into Cecilia.
She sat on his waist abruptly, to make sure she shook him awake, and pressed the cold blade against his neck.
"Baby, why didn't you call?"