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Gabriel was suffocating. Since the day God has returned, and that terrible plague had broke out, he had already seen numerous of his brothers facing a slow and painful death. Being a Seraph, he thought he could have endured it, hiding the symptoms and using all of his remaining time to gain His favour, hoping in His endless piety to put an end to his suffering, loving him for once and saving him from that terrible fate. But after his first, agonizing deaths, and the sweet, holy resurrections God has merciful gifted him, Gabriel had realized that the curse was still rooted in his lungs. Hiding carefully his disease, the once beautiful angel had resorted to destroy himself, hoping to lose his mind and forget the pain and the love that had turned his life into an endless cycle of suffering.

Groaning in pain, the Seraph bent on the sink, vomiting some white lily petals, the same as usual. These damned things had already took his life twice, but now he was unwilling to wait for them to fill his lungs day by day. Instead, the angel had started taking his own life, several times, hoping that God realized his feelings, only to face every time the same, devastating reality.

The first time, the Seraph had drowned himself in the bathtub, realizing how scaring it was. Fighting against the survival instinct, letting the water entering his lungs, was too much similar to the suffocating growth of the lilies inside him. A few hours after his death, he woke up in his bed, gasping for air, greeted by the sensation of something blooming in his chest, under the sad gaze of Michael, who once shared the same fate as his older brother, before begging Michellel to rewrite his whole form, eradicating the feelings he had, at the price of his angelic nature. A creature meant to love God could never withdraw from his duty.

The second death was from blood loss. With his wrist slitted, again in the tub filled with hot water, Gabriel had waited for the embrace of death, knowing that he would have woke up in his bed like a few days before.

Starvation. Hanging. Lack of sleep. Poison. Venom. He let himself being crushed under a collapsing building, set his body on fire trying to burn to ashes his one-sided love, dig out his own heart that was the cause of all of his agony. Smashed his own head against a wall. All in vain, God would have always brought him back to His side, without a word, without a glance, His eyes locked on Solomon, the only man He had ever loved and that He had bring back from the death with a new, immortal and uncorrupted body, merging the soul of the King of Kings with the one of His favourite Seraph, Lucifer.

With trembling legs, the white-haired angel reached the top of the spire. He was ready to jump, his wings tattered to make sure they would not have betrayed his will. Gabriel had spent weeks plucking out his own feathers, stabbing himself with blades to destroy his own tendons, tearing apart the skin, even breaking a few bones, biting his lips to avoid crying out in pain. After eons spent flying, he knew the taste of the wind, he was able to read currents like a book; and, that day, the wind was angry. It would have tossed everything that happened to be in its way just like a ragdoll, no one would flied with such a storm, unless he was willing to risk his life, but Gabriel was not willing to just risk, he wanted to be destroyed.

-Sir Gabriel! It’s dangerous, please, come back! I beg of you!

The desperate plea erupted from the mouth of the Cherub Zadkiel, again alive like the hundreds angels and devils that God had recreated anew, keeping intact their memories, and carelessly tossing them in a world where love meant suffering and flowers meant asphyxia.  The blonde angel was trying his best to climb the spire, unable to fly due to the strength of gust of wind, his nails falling off. With a kind smile on his face, Gabriel reassured him, imposing his pleasant voice on the howl of the storm:-Did I say? I can handle that. I am a Seraph, after all... It would be humiliating, for a powerful being like me, being afraid of a mere breeze. Please, brother, cease this senseless foolishness and return to God’s side, for as there’s nothing that you can do for me.

Then, the greedy, savage claws of the tempest hooked him, dragging Gabriel in the typhoon, tearing apart his flesh, pummelling him down, smashing him against buildings. The angel’s pure white wings unfolded themselves from his back, but they were useless, nothing more than a wet sheet of paper trying to resist the destructive power of the nature. The last thing Gabriel heard was Zadkiel calling out his name.

-That was a close call.

Gabriel was awakened by the soft voice of Marbas, one of the best healers in both Heaven and Hell since Lucifer was merged to Solomon, losing his powers. Now that the three realms were united as one, the war had ended, and angels were forced to live together with imperfect beings like humans and devils, swallowing their pride. At least, devils were vomiting flowers too... Except for a few of them, like Morax. Annoyed by the presence of the healer, the Seraph slapped away his hand, trying to stand despite the soaring pain in his body and the dizziness. He was wrapped in bloodstained bandages, and that made clear that his last attempt of suicide was a failure:-Did I say? That I want to know who interfered.

Despite being tied up like usual, the black-haired devil shrugged:-The Cherub risked his life for you... Now he’s under the care of all the other healers, even humans who doesn’t possess any abilities. I understand that you are eager to die, but this would be pointless right now, and I hate wasting my powers on suicidal idiots. Enjoy the company of the Cherubs and try to not move, your wounds are not fully healed right now... I am not used to treat those wings of yours.

As if they had been waiting for that moment, Jegudiel and Selaphiel entered the room. While the blonde Angel of Freedom carried away the devil, his prideful and deranged brother sat on the floor near to Gabriel’s bed, playing with a white petal:-You coughed up this... I am surprised. The majority of us Cherubs are basically immune to the plague, I thought it would have been the same for the Great Seraph himself. Shall I burn this little flower, sir?

Ignoring the mocking tone in the last phrase, Gabriel arched his eyebrow:-As a Seraph, I was created for loving God and celebrate Him. It was only natural for us Seraphim, the most perfect angels, to develop this disease... But I am not surprised you were spared by this curse: the only thing you love more than yourself is carnage and violence.

Selaphiel’s harsh, dry laughter echoed in the room:-Same as usual, I see. That’s a relief... However, my brother has nearly sacrificed his life for you, so I’d be grateful if you could not treat him like filth. He is suffering, too. Hurt him, Seraph, and I swear I will kill you again and again, for eternity.

Flying to the Cherubs’ dorm with tattered wings and countless unhealed wounds was painful as Hell, but the Seraph had to know the truth. Bowing gracefully as usual, Hahahel greeted his former leader:-His injuries are serious, sir Gabriel, and even if he’s conscious at the moment, I’d advise you to not drag any chat for too long... You both need to rest. Avoid any useless movements, if it’s possible, sir. I am not saying it because of my preferences, by the way.

The Virtue’s unfazed demeanour left the Seraph unimpressed, since he knew his true colours. Despite being the youngest of the triplets, he was the bossiest, even if he sugar-coated his arrogance behind a passive aggressive attitude, true to the fact that Lucifer had trained him after the Seraphim had split the trio. Now that God was back and the plague had broke out, the three Virtues were finally enjoying their once forbidden love, fully aware that no one of them would ever died from the flowers inside their body. Flapping his wings in annoyance, Gabriel let out a threatening growl:-Did I say? I will rest later. Now, escort me to Zadkiel, if you care for your beloved Mihael.

Hahahel eyes shone in fury, but the Virtue knew he was no match for Gabriel. Not alone, at least. Gritting his teeth, his face contorted by rage, the blonde angel balled his fist, but in the end he nodded, putting on a mask of glacial courtesy:-Follow me, Sir.

The dorm smelled somehow like flowers, decomposed ones to be precise. Sweet, yet deadly, like the burning love growing in his lungs. Flowers, death, sweat and blood, all smells that the Seraph had grown used to, in his long life. Zadkiel was sitting in his bed, half of his once handsome face wrapped by bandages, permanently scarred after his generous, yet foolish action. He was ready to sacrifice himself for Gabriel, even though his death would have been horrible and gruesome.

-Zadkiel. Are you awake?

It was a pointless question in itself, but Gabriel didn’t know how else introduce himself. The wounded Cherub jolted, acting like a dog abandoned by its owner who finally receives a head pat. His only eye met Gabriel’s, expressing, if it was possible, the utmost happiness:-Sir Gabriel! You are… safe.

-And you are scarred beyond the point of recovery. Did I say? That it appears that you have lost more than what you have gained. Because, I will certainly do it again, and you will not be able to interfere this time. You can’t understand, Zadkiel. You don’t know what it feels, being tossed away and replaced by… someone else. Why God created me in first place, if He was not satisfied by me? Why bothering bringing me back to life every damned time? Just… why?

He was felling used and betrayed, exploited for nothing. The same way he had used his own brothers to annihilate devils during the war, sacrificing them without a second thought… but he was an angel, the most perfect angel perhaps, but still so far from God’s endless perfection. Then, why, why God hated him so much, to the point of ignoring him? Gabriel found himself shaking in rage, furious at his own inability to grasp His true and rightful feelings, his wounds bleeding again under the bandages.

-Well… at least, He is happy. I am not that lucky, sir. I have to watch the one I love suffering endlessly. I…

A cough cut Zadkiel’s bravery off, and the Cherub started convulsing, his fingers wrapped on his own throat to the point of leaving prints on the skin. He vomited a few purple petals, before curling on his stomach agonizing, gasping in pain, until a whole lotus slowly emerged from his mouth wide open. With a disgusting wet sound, the symbol of a one-sided love splatted heavily on the blankets, leaving the miserable Cherub panting, with tears streaming down his cheeks. Feeling his own heart clutched, Gabriel could do nothing but watch, as a painful realization struck him like a lightening:-Who… Who is…

-That’s not something I am willing to share with you.

Despite his obvious sufferance, Zadkiel’s voice was stern, and Gabriel accepted his stubbornness and left him alone with his curse, with a weird, bizarre, and probably impossible plan in his mind. He would have learned how to love the Cherub, how to save at least his life. Splitting his own heart in two, and maybe surviving as well, escaping from the lilies that were suffocating him... Michellel could have helped him.

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Gabriel walked through the Cherubim’s dorm with a few books under his arm, heading straight to Zadkiel’s bed. The Cherub happened to be awake, his body wrapped in heavy bandages, still surrounded by the smell of lotuses.

-Did I say? I thought it would be boring to stay here for so long, so my caring self had decided to bring you something to read.

Keeping in mind to remain in the injured angel’s field of vision, Gabriel sat on the blanket near to his legs, showing him the tomes he had collected from human libraries scattered around the world. Zadkiel had always loved to study, and humans were one of his favourite topics because angels had neglected them for so long. He was curious about their different cultures, their history, their beliefs, their wars. From his side, Gabriel only cared about how they celebrated God, sometimes delighted to see how close they were to angels, other times in absolute disbelief for their mistakes, and some other times even fascinated by how they tried to split God’s endless features on multiple deities.

Smiling in delight, Zadkiel extended his wounded arm toward the closest book, but the pain and his now poor sense of distance prevented him from grabbing him. For a second, his overall pleasant features turned into a frown, but the Cherub quickly concealed his emotions behind a wide and warm smile, before apologizing:-I am afraid my injuries are still acting up, sir.

-Did I say? That is not surprising, given what happened to us. Hadn’t been for you, I would have impaled myself on one of the spires.

-But you still hurt yourself.

Zadkiel’s voice was filled of regret and sorrow, as if he blamed himself for what Gabriel did. The Cherub hugged the book to his chest, before giving the other angel a glance full of fear and concern:-Would you mind showing your wounds to me? I want to see how badly I have failed. And how much of you I managed to save.

Gabriel arched his eyebrow in confusion. From a certain view, he could understand Zadkiel’s request. The need of knowing the true entity of the damage he had withstood, deciding if it was the case of further blaming himself or rather celebrate. However, as a Seraph, it was a request that was hard to fulfil. He had always thought as his own body as a present from God, something that he should have treasured, protected, hidden from the gazes of other people. His self-destructive actions were just a cry for help for Him, even if the only one who heard his cry and helped him was Zadkiel alone.

-Did I say? That I have never done anything like this before, for anyone.

The Cherub lowered his head, the halo’s bright light suddenly dimmed. Licking his lips, Zadkiel unfolded his wings, before using them as a shield:-I am sorry, I should have realized sooner that...

-I guess you deserve to see me in this way. You saved me.

Glancing around, making sure that no one was approaching them, Gabriel slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his scarred torso, cut by the spires during his fall. Of course, he had recovered rapidly, but flying was still too painful. Zadkiel studied his body, his only eye shining in admiration and a bit of envy. He licked his lips, swallowed dry, before finally ask his question:-Once I am strong enough, can I be your sparring partner? I think… it would be fun, Sir Gabriel.

The Seraph spent an embarrassing number of seconds in a confused silence. How could be described as delightful an activity that did not involved God? However, Zadkiel eye shone in anticipation, and Gabriel felt bad about turning him off so bluntly. Not to mention, the fact that they both needed to fully regain control over their ruined bodies. Ruffling the pure white feathers of his wings, Gabriel stood, ready to leave, but he quickly pressed his lips on the Cherub’s forehead as a greeting:-Did I say? That, if you like it, then I will be glad to share my time with you.

-Uhm, Sir? Can I ask you something?

Zadkiel’s cheeks reddened as he realized that Gabriel had been watching him reading all along. He seemed to have like the first few books but, somehow, he had gradually slowed down upon opening a certain tome Gabriel had found on Earth. A blue book with a Renaissance painting of a child-like angel, with soft blond hair and puffy cheeks, golden letters engraved on the cover.

-You may speak, Cherub Zadkiel. Is that book against your likings?

The Seraph answered apathetically, carefully erasing every trace of emotions from his voice aside from curiosity. He did not wished to pressure the four-winged angel, although that one volume was the most interesting he had found in that small human library. So full of errors, since the beginning, that even the Seraph smirked, upon reading it, yes, but after all intriguing. Much for his pleasure, the Cherub shook his head, curling inside the pitiful and bloodstained remains of his wings to conceal his embarrassment:-Oh, no, Sir Gabriel. In fact, I am very grateful of your courtesy of bringing me this kind of book. However… I am struggling with this specific human language. I think I grasped the general concept, but there are indeed some details that are still unclear for me.

-Did I say? That, as God’s messenger, I am capable to speak, and read, every existing language. If that could be of your liking, this Seraph will be glad to read out loud for you. Either in the original language used to write that book, or in our language.

Zadkiel’s single eye shone in delight, and the same did his halo, pure light engulfing the room. Gabriel nodded, proud of himself for having found an agreement, and took the book from the Cherub’s hands.

-La rèvolte des anges. Chapitre premier.  Contenant en pou de lignes d’histoire d’une fameille française depuis 1789 jusqu’à nous jours. Did I say? That the first chapter is just an introduction to let the reader know something more about one of the main characters, a human being. While the other one is one of our kind, a pure angel that will give up his holiness in the foolish attempt to lead a revolution. Alas, let’s return to the story. I suppose it would be better to save the translation for later, so that it won’t interfere with the flow of the narration… However, if you’d like, this Seraph could just tell you the tale in our language.

Zadkiel shook his head, looking for a more comfortable position in his bed, at the same time creating a spot for Gabriel to sit:-No, Sir. I like the sound of these foreign words; they sound almost like a melody coming from your lips. Please, save the translation for later.

The Seraph nodded slowly, unsure about how to react to that blatant complement that made his heart skip a beat. Was that a way of flirting? Due to Michelleel’s arrow, he was pleased to be with the Cherub. Every second together felt like endless hours of pure bliss. Every accidental touch lingered on Gabriel skin like ghostly fingers. Whenever the two angels parted their ways, the Seraph felt light as a feather, filled with euphoria and a bottomless happiness. However, he found himself short on words, unable to respond to that sudden manifestation of affection. Cursing his inexperience, Gabriel sat on Zadkiel’s bed and tried to resume his previous reading, using his index finger to search for the right line:-L’hôtel d’Esparvieu dresse, sous l’ombre de Saint-Sulpice, ses trois étages austès entre une cour verte de mousse et un Jardin rétréci…

The angel stopped reading when he felt something weighting on his shoulder. The sweet aroma of lotus filled his nostrils, and the soft breath escaping Zadkiel’s lips was tickling his neck, sending pleasant chills down Gabriel’s spine. However, the Cherub raised his chin, attempting to excuse himself:-My apology, Sir. I didn’t wanted to upset you, it’s just… I’m curious. I wanted to read too… I beg your pardon, Sir. Please accept my admission of guilt and…

If Gabriel hadn’t stopped him, the lower rank angel would have knelt on the ground to show his shame, not caring about his still fresh wounds. The merciful Seraph raised his hand solemnly, his voice filling the wide room they were into:-Did I say? That you don’t have to excuse your behavior, Cherub Zadkiel. This book is yours, and you have the right to read it, if that is what you wish for. I am grateful for your concerns about my wellbeing, and I will make sure to never forget your kindness.

Zadkiel’s sharp face turned red, and he turned his head a little, offering Gabriel the mesmerizing vision of his long eyelashes casting shadows over his cheekbones, his elegant profile that the Seraph himself carved with the utmost cure. Was it wrong, to find his own creation so alluring? Was it wrong, wanting to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear? To casually intertwine fingers with him? Somehow, the Seraph found, again, the right line where he had stopped, and forced himself to read out loud the words written on the page, barely registering their meaning, too focused on every smallest detail in Zadkiel’s demeanor, eyeing curious at the expression of pure delight and adoration that was painted all over his scarred face. Knowing that the Cherub was savoring each word that come from his mouth as if they were as sweet as honey.

When Gabriel finished reading, the night had already engulfed Heaven in its dark embrace. Zadkiel was purring like a cat, half asleep, but his eye was lovely staring at the Seraph:-It’s late, Sir. Would you like to sleep here, with me?

-Didn’t I say? That it won’t be needed. I must return to my quarters, for the rest of this pleasant night.

The six-winged angel was surprised, realizing how hoarse his voice was. On the other hand, the Cherub’s halo shone faintly, betraying how much he enjoyed that situation, and Gabriel took a step backwards.

-It will be a long flight. Are you sure you want to go by yourself? Rest with me.

Gabriel swallowed dry. He was tired, for the late hour and for the wounds he carried on his body, and Zadkiel’s suggestion was quite tempting, but he didn’t wanted to rush things too much. Fighting against himself, he bowed and kissed the Cherub’s fingertips, bidding him farewell, and left the Cherubim dorm. The cold breeze caressed his poor wings, all covered in bruises and barely healed wounds, warm blood still dripping on the feathers from time to time. Walking home would have been a better choice, but the Seraph was too proud to accept his weakness and jumped into the air.

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The dog was walking with his head up, apparently not caring about the Seraph next to him. Both the angel and the animal had a mystical aura that empathized their nobility and their deadliness. Their sharp features. Their fierce eyes that scanned every corner as if they were planning an ambush. Their fast-paced walk, that could turn into a sprint to reach their prey if needed.

Among the hounds Gabriel had selectively raised for centuries, that one was by far the best one. Smart, fast yet sturdy, a powerful jaw with ivory-white fangs sharp as daggers, claws perfectly fit to ensure a good grip on the dusty roads of Gehenna while chasing devils. Powerful legs to jump and catch the annoying Red Lumps. The short, bristly white fur was softer under his chin and over his folded ears, the only place where the pure, heavenly, candid color changed into a deep reddish brown. His deep growl would chill the blood in the devils’ veins… too bad the war was over. Such a fine war hound was totally wasted as a pet, but God had complimented Gabriel for his efforts, and the angel was forced to play the part of the good owner now.

A familiar figure came into the Seraph’s field of vision. Zadkiel was outside the dorm, finally strong enough to walk on his own, and like Gabriel, he was enjoying the warmth of the Sun, a sensation that was still new and pleasant for the angels. So pleasant that the five Seraphim had discussed if that could be considered a sin, only to conclude that, since the Sun was made by God, and the heath too, indulging in its embrace was just celebrating Him, and thus it was good. The hound raised his head, noticing the Cherub, but that was all of his reactions, exactly like Gabriel had trained him. On the other hand, Zadkiel waved his hand at Gabriel and approached him as fast as he could.

-Sir Gabriel? You… have a dog?

-Did I say? That I raised them to spread chaos in the devils’ lines, back during the war. In fact, he is definitely not a pet, and is not good to walk him like that… but I must keep him active, for his own well-being. Just like us, in the end. I assume your wounds have healed a bit, since you are here in the streets today, Cherub Zadkiel.

Zadkiel’s eye was switching between Gabriel and the dog, betraying an embarrassment that the Seraph found strangely adorable:-Is there something bothering you? I can summon a Virtue and have him walk the dog instead of me, if that is the source of your hindrance.

-Oh, no, Sir Gabriel! I just… wanted to ask you if I can pet him, maybe?

Gabriel shook his head, knowing that his answer would have saddened the Cherub:-I would be glad if you avoided doing such dangerous actions. You see, this dog is not used to being touched, and I must warn you that I am not able to predict how he would react… Although I can tell for sure that his bite is powerful enough to sever a hand from the arm.

-Oh. Nevermind then. What is his name, sir?

-This dog has no need for a name. I can recognize him, and he can recognize me. Did I say? That it would be pointless gifting him a name. He is smart, yes, but not enough to grasp the real meaning of having a name gifted from the one that created you.

Gabriel looked down at the loyal beast standing at his side, and his expression softened a little:-Also, Satan had the nasty habit of running over my dogs with his damned Akira. I lost many of them, and I was forced to kill many others that would have no chance of recovery. It was better to not name them at all, instead of being forced to mourn them later.

Someone might have called him a hypocrite. During the war, Gabriel had killed countless of his own comrades for the pettiest reasons, it was well renowned. And not even Zadkiel, whose ardent love bordered on plain adoration, did not bothered hiding his skepticism:-Sir, even thought I’d hate to doubt your words… Well, how could I put it… You don’t seem like the one who will show kindness to dogs.

Zadkiel had spoken in a calm manner, carefully weighing his words, desperately trying to not blatantly accuse Gabriel of lying. A faint smile rose on the Seraph’s beautiful face:-Did I say? That is kind of nostalgic. The last time someone scolded me for having told a lie, I mean, someone whose opinion had some kind of weight on my consciousness, I was shorter than this majestic hound.

-Oh, I bet you were beautiful as a child.

Zadkiel’s clumsy attempt to divert the flow of the conversation towards a less dangerous topic was welcomed, but the Seraph had little to nothing to share about his childhood. However, the dog suddenly showed signs of being nervous, his sharp muzzle pointing to something in the distance. Gabriel frowned, following the animal’s sight:-…That is uncommon. I trained him to react to the devils’ stench… but we are in Heaven. Why should one of these beings… Oh, no.

The white-haired angel’s elegant features twisted into a mask of disgust and annoyance as he spotted the small devil running toward them, waving his hand enthusiastically. It was impossible to not recognize that filthy being, always covered in bruises and doddles, wearing the weirdest outfits, from sailor uniforms to cute, frilly maid costumes.

-Oh! Finally someone I know! Gabriel! Gabriel, my dear! Ahhh, I missed you so much! Our rendezvous too! They were so exciting!

-Sir Gabriel. Do you know this… disgusting devil?

Between the hound’s merciless gaze glued to him, and Zadkiel’s icy tone, it was clear that Dantalian was not welcomed. But the Seraph knew how much that guy was stubborn, and that there were no threats scary enough to chase him away. Plus, Gabriel realized that his beloved Cherub was glaring at him with a murderous expression on his face, so similar to Leviathan’s… oh. Oh.

-Zadkiel. I hope you are not being deceived by the noble’s words. It is true that we are… acquaintances, I’d say. But, the unconventional circumstances that leads to our not-so-accidental meetings were absolutely…

-Oh, we are so intimate! He used to please me, a lot… hmm… doing to me exactly what turned me on! Ahhh… he was surely the best angel around here! So cruel, so merciless! Stepping on me, tormenting me…

Dantalian was panting heavily, and not for the short run he was forced to do to reach the two angels. On his flustered face, there was a confident smirk. He was doing his best to anger Gabriel, cutting his speeches, hoping to being trashed around and tormented. His red eyes met the hound ones’, and his smirk turned into a genuine smile:-Oh, so you have a pet! Phenix would love it, I’m sure! And His Majesty Asmodeus too! Probably not in the same way, but who knows!

Gabriel’s voice turned into a low growl, and he spoke trying to buying himself some time to think about something that would not satisfied Dantalian:-Did I say? The mere idea of having your pervert King near to my dog is utterly disgusting. Yet, the war between our two realms has ended, and I do not wish to cause any harm to you. If you’d be so kind to excuse me, we are about to leave.

The Seraph unfolded his six, glorious wings and offered his hand to a very confused Zadkiel, while the dog jumped in the air by himself.

-What? Damn, Gabriel! I knew you used to look down to everyone, even your own subjects, but calling a Cherub “dog”, well, that’s rough!

Zadkiel looked at the devil with disbelief, rage, and humiliation written all over his scarred, yet beautiful face. Fury altered his noble features, his slim lips twisted into a malevolent grimace, his wings looming over Dantalian’s body in a gloomy, threatening way. But the nameless hound was faster. In a blink of eye, the devil was dragged away by the fierce animal, and soon he would have been turned into a bloody mess.

Feeling the Cherub’s angered gaze fixed on him, Gabriel sighed, slowly retreating his wings:-Did I say? You seems rather upset. Would you be so kind to explain to me how I have wronged you?

-I could have defeated him by myself, Sir. There was no need for you to employ your dog.

-You were dancing on the palm of his hand, you narrow-minded, naive Cherub. Haven’t I ever told you? That Dantalian finds solace through pain and suffering. He had developed the habit of sneaking here in Heaven and provoke us for his own, lustful, disgusting entertainment. That was what he meant earlier, talking about our so called “rendezvous”.

The Cherub lowered his head, biting his lower lip:-I apologize, Sir. I lost my temper and failed to analyze the situation objectively. Still, it has been a long time since he had shown here in Heaven.

-Who cares about that deranged, suicidal devil’s filthy pastime? Did I say? From the moment I first laid eyes on him, he irritated me, and that annoyance is still lingering despite the end of the war. I do not wish to spend another second around such a vile being, so please, Cherub Zadkiel, let us go.

The dog would have returned home on his own after dealing with that annoying devil.