Defying Gravity

☁ Influences of Lust - [Gabriel]

☁ Influences of Lust – [Gabriel]

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        The Carriage rattled as it went down on bumpy roads. The surrounding area had gone past the usual seasons of the first Inner-Circle of hell, and was replaced by a foggy atmosphere with its moisture drizzling outsize. Aside from that, overlapping mountains seemed to compete with one another as to which one was bigger and the clouds were so low Gabriel could almost touch it. Almost.

Gabriel breathed out a sigh. They had been travelling for what felt like days and still there were no signs of the demon children. She had never thought of hell as something this big, so spacious, so filled with landscapes. And much to her disappointment, Malphas had stopped talking to her, most probably because he was sleepy. But she needed him to at least share something about hell, like, how were things going, or if they were going to be stuck forever in this carriage. Gabriel couldn’t go on, not when the skeleton driver was only following Malphas’s orders. She felt somewhat trapped inside with him.

In any case, the weather wasn’t looking any good. One might think they were in a ship, may it be a pirate or navy ship, seeing as the environment always change and even had the power to bring out the ocean, and Gabriel had no idea how The Carriage could survive that. Then again nothing surprised her anymore. Not even the strikes of the thunder and the harsh pour of the rain.

Along the way, Gabriel tried hard to take in everything, careful not to miss out on anything, though she couldn’t see anything or anyone in particular. It was as if they owned the place – well, Malphas had said he owned the place but he couldn’t get out of his own domination because of Bael.

Gabriel was thankful for Bael. If Malphas had been given an exit, he would have flown away and she would have been left alone, forever isolated from the world.

The sleeping figure in front of Gabriel did not help her case at all. Malphas looked like a boy then; just a regular human being in need of help. At least he looked like the others – peaceful in his sleep, like nothing ever bothered him. Right there, with his head leaning against the wooden frame of The Carriage, his worry lines on his forehead away, and his muscles relaxed, he looked normal.

Despite everything he had done, Gabriel couldn’t help but smile.

She stood up and opened the cabinet at her side where she found some blankets lying around. She picked it up and covered Malphas’s bare chest and torso with it. The demon almost never wore anything. Gabriel wondered whether demons get sick, too.

She doubted Malphas’s good health, no matter how much he proclaimed, ‘I am Lucifer’s right hand. I am strong. I am great.’

Gabriel was still shaken, though.