it's been 10 years since the baby was born. the baby neglected by all of the parents, a baby who's status of life or death is unknown. gabriel feels guilty, but not much. that spawn of him and v2 didn't deserve a happy life, all the little shit did was serve as a reminder he'll never get his precious v1 back. he sat in his bed, where him and v1 would once lay, and remembered that night. the magical night of a sensual dance between the two, where their feelings had first developed. he reminisced about how they used to kiss, and how v1's cock felt super good. he cried at the thought. a horrible thought it was. he grabbed his razor and started cutting himself, his golden angel blood spilling onto the sheets. even though he had hit beans, he didn't stop and he kept going until he couldn't take it anymore (to the bone). once the pain was unbearable he had curled up and sobbed to himself. as he did, there was a ring at his doorbell. he wondered who it could be. there was no way v1 was going to see him now, after all he'd been through, and all the other angels were fucking dead. unless it was his little shit of a 'son', but he didn't even tell him where he lived. he didn't want to open the door, as he didn't want whoever was on the other side to see him like this.
he waited a few minutes before opening the door. thankfully, no one was there, but there was a box. a fairly large one, with a card stuck to it. it said: from v1. he opened the card first and it shocked him when he saw what was written inside:
dear giovanni or whatever your name is I cant remember,
i hope you fucking overdose.
gabriel was very surprised that v1 would talk to him like this, even after all he'd put him through. it wasn't until he opened the box that he understood what v1 had meant.
it was 300 pounds of pure crack cocaine.
"how the fuck did he get his hands on this?!?!" gabriel exclaimed.
he was already in a bad enough condition, so he figured why not give crack a try? maybe he'd feel a bit better.
after doing lines off of his slit wrists, he felt ecstatic. he jerked off cus he was so happy and excited. he couldn't help himself. he thought to himself: why not 1 more line? until that 1 more line turned into 100, and then 1000.
after the whole box was empty, he was lying on the floor, completely wasted. he didn't even know how he wasn't dead yet. yet as he sat there, the hit of crack was wearing off. he wanted more. and yet, no cocaine remained. the addiction was getting stronger.
first, he spent all of his money. then, once he was completely dry of cash, he went to selling his belongings. not a single object remained in his house. not even the used condoms. ever single penny was spent on the satan's dandruff, and yet, he still was not satisfied.
it had been 3 weeks since gabriel had been forced out of his house and left on the streets. he tried to beg for money, but since this is hell, they all hate him anyway, and wouldn't give him money cause they knew he'd spend it all on drugs. it was a tough life, the only thing people would give him is human flesh and hfc (hell fried chicken). life was shit until gutterman gus came to him and said 'hola mi amigo wanna work for crack?' and gabriel was like FREAK YEAS!!! so, after a few days, he had become part of the mexican drug empire.
