Mandela catalog(Gabriel x reader)

•"The devil is the savior?"•

•You wanted nothing to do with the horrible town's people. All of them are sick living with them would be sickening.•
-But living without the support food supply would be hell. Where would I get fresh fruit and vegetables...- this town won't do though. I'll begin my travel to the next town over.-

= 19 year skip!=

{ it has been a long time since that horrible day, with no purpose of being in the new town, you just decided to join a church and become a nun. Nothing better to do and it gave you a place to live , and a daily meal not many people knew a lot about you, your past was for you to know. Not for someone else's sob story.revenge was a taste on your tongue you craved every day, you wanted to see everyone burn up and die. Only few people you thought were worthy of life. Other people should rot. Life became boring, you half wanted to plot your revenge, so you grabbed your old ax and set off for murder. Well, planning first but then murder}
•it was a long walk, your feet were killing you. Until you came to a path you remember by heart ❤️. Until the path became red. Painted with blood. Still curious, you followed. You came to the end of the path where your mother was turned to chard. You see a tall thin creature, bright wings, silk blonde hair, white robe with red splats of blood. *CRUNCH* you look under your foot to see a bone under. No skin left. You then turn to see the "Angel" besides you it's large smile and beady eyes staring in yours.

"Did you kill everyone here,,?"
^slow nod came from the "Angel"^
"Thank you..."
^it looked confused, you should be scared, not happy, you should be running not coming in for a.... Hug?^
•you went in for a hug and squeezed the cold to the touch  Angel•
^its face formed into a normal looking face of a handsome man^
•it's bloody hands dingged into you^
•is the devil my savior-? You thought•