The Tales Of the Ones Who Have Left Us

Loss: Gabriel

Gabriel was a contradiction. He was amicable and talkative, but also fiercely secretive, wanting to know everything about everyone, but not wanting anyone to know anything about him.

That was one of the many reasons he loved Lucifer. He answered all of Gabriel's questions but asked none of his own. Lucifer, although more temperamental, was kinder and less aggressive than his twin brother, Michael. Lucifer, if able to, would settle arguments with words, but Michael was more prone to use his fists than his tongue. Because of this, the brothers fought plenty and often. Gabriel did not like it.

Gabriel also thought Raphael was a perfect fit for being Michael's charge, both were rough and ruthless; Raphael was a big bully, for he always teased Gabriel about his speech impediment. Gabriel hated how his mouth refused to say things correctly, and he disliked Raphael for pointing it out.

Lucifer never teased him, only corrected him with a shake of his head and a kind smile.

And Gabriel idolized him. The brightest, most beautiful Archangel who was soft and kind and helpful to everyone. How could one not adore him? Lucifer seemed to truly love Gabriel, bringing him clouds to play with and letting the little fledgling sit in his lap and ruffle his sandy hair.

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Gabriel was sitting in Lucifer's lap, back against his chest, a cloud in his hands. Lucifer put his chin on Gabriel's head, watching him.

"Luci?"

"Yes, Gabriel?"

"I 'ate Meaton,"

"Hate Metatron,"

"T'ats what I said," Gabriel turned to look at him.

"Met-" Lucifer signaled for repetition.

"Met,"

"A-"

"A,"

"Tron,"

"Tron,"

"Now put it all together," Gabriel thought for a moment, scrunching his nose.

"Meatatron,"

"Close enough," Lucifer sighed. "Gabriel, when will you learn to speak correctly?"

"I know how to t'ay it, but my tongue is to lon'," Gabriel insisted, pouting.

"Then maybe we should cut a piece off," Lucifer grinned mischievously, and Gabriel tried to wiggle out of his arms.

"No! No! Luci!" He giggled, and Lucifer tried to open his mouth wide, gently pulling on his jaw. "No! Lucipher!" Lucifer chuckled and gave Gabriel's brown-blond hair a soft tug.

"As you wish," Gabriel laughed and mused his brother's spiky hair.

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Gabriel was not fond of many other angels, but liked Gadreel. He would have liked him more if he was not such a quiet loner, but still tolerated him because Gadreel felt the same about Lucifer as him. And, although Gadreel stuck with them quite a bit, Lucifer would Gabriel a wink and small smirk to show him that he was the Morning Star's favorite. Gabriel was ecstatic to be Lucifer's favorite, and, being so, Lucifer taught him magic: How to make things seem to be or actually exist for a while. Make objects appear out of thin air. Or, his favorite, even if he was not very good at it, make people think he was in front of them when he was really behind them. He loved the power, the abilities. He could play jokes on his siblings, and was able to play with them. He wasn't the baby anymore.

Especially when Sariel was created. She, the rare girl, was the new highlight. Gabriel was a 'teen' when she came along, and he did not like her. She was too odd.