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Gabriel gasped, squirming helplessly.
" WAITWAITWAIT. . !
F. . Fine, you. . Fucking robotic psycho. . !
Give me a pen. . ! "
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Perhaps Gabriel needed to learn the gravity of the situation he was in, those talons being propped up onto his exposed gut , slowly sinking into his flesh, practically HOOKING themselves within it.
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" . . I was made by Him. You are not Him.
. . That is not to say your light is weak. Or not comforting. "
Was the angry little bird warming up to him?
He wanted to retort that he is, in fact, Him. But the joke wouldnβt probably go that well.
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With a roll of his eyes once he turned around to resume his walk.
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" . . My God is dead. God is dead. The one most human religions are based upon. "
Spoken so matter-of-factly. .
" . . My form is the only thing I have left of my God. Would you let someone paint over a mural of someone that you were the closest to? "
He explained, before walking closer to Sigmus.
" I. . It's like you just. . Appeared. You've clearly been here a long time, but Iβ
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The angel seemed VERY confused, quickly following Sigmus, wanting to ask so many questions. . Yet, he couldn't.
Instead, he looked like a lost puppy, walking behind the reptile.
Gabriel would attempt to speak once more before silently shaking his head.
Seems he was content with it, more or less.
" You seem obsessed with things you are not meant to know.
I have a mouth, and nose. "
That was all? Yet he could clearly see and speak.
" You've humiliated me enough. "
Says who?
" . . Not you. The Heavenly Father. God. "
He responds with a small scowl.
" It would be easier to list what features my face does have. "









