GABRIEL
the anciet beast is sealed back into the nexus
Sept. 14th | Nexus | G
Unable to tolerate simply standing by any longer, Gabriel found himself standing at the Nexus in full archangel armor, staring into the void where the Czernabog stirred. His expression was almost unnaturally stern as thunder rumbled through the dark sky above. Four days was more than enough of fear and unnecessary suffering for the townsfolk of Seven Devils. Furthermore, it was enough for Gabe to have to witness. As an archangel he was forbidden (though if you asked him, forbidden really meant ‘strongly discouraged’) from interfering with human affairs. But… this technically wasn’t a solely human affair. It was supernatural in nature, and specifically in this case… it was an ancient beast nearly breaking free too soon before the End Times.
Given that Gabriel was the one to blow the horn to signify to all beings the start of the apocalypse, it was only fair to counteract the Czernabog trying to make a premature break for it. Seeing Ainsley struggle to keep people safe at Town Hall had been the last straw, honestly. For a Fae to have to work that hard to keep their footing against the demonic spirits - it was clear to him that intervention was needed to stop it all.
Being able to do it all quietly was key, however. Gabriel reasoned that a merciful intervention was justified if he kept himself, and thus his siblings, secret while allowing the people of Seven Devils to still choose whether or not to work together or fend for themselves.
“Haven’t done this in a while so just-” the Archangel said as he held his hands out and looked between the two as they began to spark. “Give it a second.” Within a moment his eyes glowed a brilliant light blue and lightning began to crackle around his fingers, moving its way up to his shoulders. Gabriel took one last consideration.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly to the ancient beast, ever merciful, “but it’s not time yet.”
With a single flap of his wings he took off into the sky, summoning his archangel blade - which he also hadn’t done in a good while save for formal events when he needed to instill some credibility to his claim of celestial being.
The archangel took a dive for the ground, free-falling as lightning cracked and splintered in his wake. While he was sure that no one was in the immediate area, to anyone outside able to witness it from a distance - it simply looked like an impressive storm with a few brief moments of intense lightning strikes ending in a brilliant pale blue light illuminating the sky. For the more supernaturally inclined; those connected to nature in some manner would likely feel the change in the atmosphere caused by the holy light. The Czernabog would rest for another few thousand years, and by morning all of the shadow creatures would weaken and disappear.