{September, 1909}
Fear ate away at people.
In this case, the fear of demons tore at every hunter's heart.
All, except for Gabriel.
At the moment, he was worried about being discovered.
Isabelle had come to the Bunker, in all her furious glory. She arrived with half her dress covered in blood, Priscilla missing from her side.
'Priscilla and I are working alone for a bit.' Was how she had explained. 'I've brought more demon research for Gabriel.' Except she didn't say 'Gabriel'. She said 'angel', just like always.
Isabelle had invited herself in, Like always, following Gabriel to his room as he worked to translate the book. Taking extra time, Gabriel attempted to circumvent any suspicion from the mute hunter, but it didn't seem to work.
"Hey, random question." Gabriel sat up from the old vellum book, looking back at Isabelle. "Why do you call me 'angel'?" He asked innocuously. "Is it just because my name is Gabriel or..."
'You know, I'm not surprised that an angel is a shitty liar.' Isabelle signed back, leaning on the table. 'They aren't built to be good liars, are they, Gabriel?'
Gabriel's innocent half-smile fell, and he looked up, eyes empty of all emotion at Isabelle, who met him with an equally cold expression.
He wasn't sure if he should laugh it off, or fake it, or make it better in some way, or just admit to it.
"...When did you figure it out?"
'Ever since I stepped foot in this Bunker. Don't worry. You and me are one and the same.' Isabelle replied, violet eyes lowered to the floor.
It took a moment for Gabriel to place the feeling that he recognized around Isabelle.
"...You're a fifth generation Werewolf." He announced to the quiet space.
She nodded. 'One of the few. True blood wolf, too.'
"So then you have a wolf form." Gabriel remembered, pulling forward a book of monsters.
Fifth generation werewolves, when they were pure blood, not mixed, could have a spell cast over their pregnancy that allowed them a grand many abilities. For example, full wolf form. Not just fangs, and teeth, full on, gigantic grey wolf. He had only ever met one once. They had fur like armour, muscles like coiled springs, and enough bite strength to bend metal. They were essentially the apex form of all werewolves, more resistant to silver, in full control of both their forms, and, like all bred wolves, they could shift at any time. The only way to fully kill them was to cut them in half.
'Of course.' Isabelle signed. 'I smelled angel the day I walked in here. So, angel... what is your real name?'
"You really wanna know?" Gabriel chuckled sarcastically. "...It's Gabriel. Just Gabriel."
Isabelle froze. 'As in... A-R-C-H angel?' She spelled out in hand signs, eyes wide.
"...Yeah. As in Archangel." Gabriel flipped a page of the text she had brought him, reading the Enochian as easily as English. "...We're one and the same, you're right. Both uncommon uniquities in our species."
'I do not believe that is a word. U-N-I-Q-U-I-T-I-E-S.' She spelt.
"Hey, I'm an Archangel." Gabriel shrugged. "I'm allowed to bend the rules a bit."
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Messenger of Letters
FanfictionWhen someone heard the name 'Gabriel', they might think of the Archangel. Fortunately, they'd be right. Ask a member of an old secret society, though, and they'd remember the name 'Gabriel Alexander Moran', an incredibly dangerous fighter and intell...
