False Angel ▪︎gabriel x reader Mandela Catalogue

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My destination was a small town named Mandela County. That is where we hear most prayers about these alternates. To blend in, I go by Y/N Syraphim. I'm a woman in my early 20s, and I have a small abode near a forest far away from the people. If I have to fight, it can not be withing human sight. Evil entitles always target the weak, I have to mimic acting a defenseless vulnerable woman whose at any moment expected to be attacked by these things. Being a small petite defenseless weak girl was never your thing. You favored having structure and feeling in power. It just gives me a sensation of pleasure that I don't need dependence or pity when I can handle it on my own.
From what I've heard around town, there's an entity that rules the group of these alternates. Whomever this entity is, I must find them and send them back to the depths of the underworld, along with their group. Although sometimes I do feel a lingering sense of pity when an entity has lost a battle and cries for mercy but I can not afford to excuse them. An act like that will be disapproved, and my sin will be irredeemable.

It's early in the morning, I get up, get dressed, and begin a day where I must get familiar with a humans average life. Thankfully, as an angel I don't need to consume any foods. Yes, us angels have the exact same physical qualities of a human, but we don't exactly need them. Compared to humans, we're technically dead. We don't need to eat or drink, and I don't think we can reproduce. However, out of curiosity, I drank coffee and grew fond of it. Other than being powerful, coffee has become one of my most favorite things. It gets me in a better and energized mood. It dismisses the gloomy environment around the county. So I bought dozens of them! Caramel and vanilla has my favor so far. Feeling energized, i continue to venture out and be familiar with the town. I started off with the same nearby groceries I grabbed all my coffees from. I hoped to meet people and experience receiving positive interactions from them. I adore how humans can be fond of each other and wish I could do the same, and today is my opportunity.

"Hi. Welcome to walmart."

A man with short dark hair stood by the entrance who seemed to be greeting anyone who walks in the building. (Yes, walmart bc yes)

I smiled."Hello! Are you new here and looking for friends too?"

He looked at me with a concerned stare. Looking back at me and the blue vest he had on.

"Um, no." He replied.

He scoffed and walked away, and I stood there dumbfounded, contemplating if I made a good impression. I shrugged it off and continued walking down the large building and observing all the inventions these people have come up with.

"Hmm, a furby?"

I picked up the toy and observed it.

" odd looking thing."

On the edge of the box, the words CLICK ME were placed in bold letters. Following the instruction, I stuck my finger into the little plastic hole and pressed the button. Suddenly, the toy began blasting out loud music, its eyes lit up, and it said things I couldn't understand because I was too panicked and ended up throwing it across the aisle, and It broke. I didn't bother to retrieve it. In fact, I never want to encounter a furby again. I skipped sections of the building hoping I wouldn't encounter something strange and encounter someone friendly instead. Unfortunately, there weren't many people in the store. I can't blame them, with danger scurring along the street of this small town it's understandable not to leave your home. I ended up walking to an aisle labeled kitchen utensils. There was rarely anything in this section, tho. Oddly enough, I felt like I was being watched. Turning around to leave I bumped into a firm chest.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going. Sincere apologies!" I quickly apologized and looked up to see a tall man.

He had blue eyes, blonde long hair, and a firm facial structure. However, his eyes looked lifeless. He just stayed silent and stared me down. I looked down at his basket to see him holding the packed knives that were missing from the kitchen aisle. Looking back up at him, I was curious . What was gonna happen next? I wasn't gonna back out because of some small eye contact. Nor was I gonna let a meer human attempt to intimidate me. He scoffed and walked past me.

'What is it with these town people scoffing?'

I stared him down as he walked away, observing his appearance. He was dressed formally. He had a white button-up shirt that had the sleeves halfway rolled up and a few collar buttons undone. As for his bottom piece, he wore black pants with a belt as a finishing touch. ( basically the image above the title)
For such an attitude he had good fashion sense.

At home, I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with the blonde man. His aura seemed off, and ever since then, there's been an eerie feeling of being watched following me. Even just sitting on my couch i can sense it. A woman's instinct, you can never go wrong with. I kept my guard up but continued my day at home. Mostly figuring out how the TV works. I know it can be switched on because I saw them displayed everywhere in the store earlier. Having to figure out how things work sometimes gives a sense of comfort. I feel this because I've never got to experience this back in heaven , figuring the ways of humans takes my mind off responsibilities as an angel. I honestly prefer living like this.

Peace.

It turns out there's a remote that controls the usage of the TV. It took a while to figure out, but I did it! I switched through channels and left on what seemed interesting. I stayed up watching till late at night. Eventually, I dozed off to sleep, I've never felt so sleepy. I accepted my drowsiness and stayed asleep on the comforting sofa. A flaw of an angel's disguise is their true form is controlled by their own command. An angel drifting off to sleep breaks down that concentration and reveals the wings and pale skin they truly have. So there left the angel peacefully sleeping at last.
The TV continued playing, but the screen went static. There stood the tall blonde man who wore a long robe and wings curled on his backside. Looking down at the angel who slept beneath him.
This is where his new chapter begins.

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AUTHORS NOTE

Imagining Gabriel in a whitebutton up is so AUGHH
He's so babygirl fr guys
Anyways I hipe you like it <3
TO BE CONTINUED