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3rd POV Gabriel
Gabriel stumbled through the door of the seedy tavern, his heart heavy and his mind foggy with grief. His eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were messy. He had just come from the pit of snakes where he had found his beloved Sara's lifeless body. The image of her limp form surrounded by the twisting snakes would haunt him forever.
Desperate for solace, Gabriel headed to the bar and ordered a bottle of the most robust liquor. He poured himself a shot and downed it in one gulp, relishing in the burn that spread down his throat. He poured another and then another until the bottle was almost empty.
As he drank, Gabriel's thoughts turned to YN, the one he blamed for Sara's Death. He clenched his fists and swore under his breath, vowing to make YN pay for what he had done. He knows it was YN who did it.
Suddenly, Gabriel felt a presence next to him. He turned to see a figure sitting on the stool beside him. He couldn't distinguish its features in the dim light, but something about it made him uneasy.
"Hello, Gabriel," the figure said in a low, smooth voice. Gabriel squinted, trying to see who was speaking to him. "Who are you?" he slurred. "I am a demon," the figure replied calmly.
Gabriel scoffed, thinking it was just a drunken hallucination. But the figure persisted. "Gabriel, do you want revenge?" Gabriel's mind was clouded, but the mention of revenge sparked a fire in his heart. "Yes," he growled. "I want YN to suffer."
The demon smiled. "I can give you that. I can make sure YN pays for what he's done to Sara." Gabriel didn't understand how the demon could help him, but he was blinded by his need for vengeance. "How?" he demanded.
The demon offered Gabriel a contract. In exchange for his soul, the devil would give Gabriel the power to destroy YN. Gabriel didn't hesitate to agree, scribbling his name on the dotted line without a second thought.
The demon laughed, a cold, sinister sound that sent shivers down Gabriel's spine. Before he could comprehend what had happened, the devil vanished, leaving Gabriel alone in the tavern.
The demon had already possessed him, unbeknownst to Gabriel, twisting his mind and soul to its will. Gabriel stumbled out of the tavern, his vision blurry and his steps unsteady. He didn't realize that he was no longer controlling his body.
The demon had claimed him, and he was now nothing more than a vessel for its dark desires. Gabriel's quest for revenge led him down a path of destruction, and he didn't even realize it.
YN POV
As I approached the training ground, I saw Death waiting for me. Her sleek, white fur glistened in the sunlight, and her red eyes glinted with excitement as she held a pair of sickles. I knew she was a force of nature, both deadly and beautiful, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I stepped into the arena.
