[ WP ] The rich and famous have to do deals with the devil to reach their current positions but at their death the devil sends one of his angels to collect their souls . Tell me about the average day of this angel .

Even in Hell he was often avoided, branded as a traitor, as a cursed being. He could only chuckle as he took another sip of the sharp alcohol, if he was human he'd say it tasted like vodka, yet it was a blood red in colour and significantly more alcoholic. His name was Gabriel, and he was different from the others, his skin was n't a reddish bronze hue like theirs, it was a pale white, his wings instead of black and leathery were white and feathered. Well, they had been until over a thousand years ago, now his wings were black stumps, they'd burnt off during the betrayal of his original master, but now he served a new one, one more forgiving to Gabriel's needs. Slowly he swigs back the rest of the alcohol before smashing the glass against the bar, standing up as he does so. Nobody even turns their head at the sound of glass being smashed, it was such a normal occurrence in this place, heck, in a place where'dreams' came true, glass was pretty cheap. 
 
 
 Slowly he turns around and starts to walk out of the sleezy bar, only to feel something hit against his stomach. Angel's are tall proud beings, Gabriel himself was no exception, even after his fall from Heaven he was still proud of himself, and he was well over 8 feet tall. The average demon coming up to his stomach, he has to crane his neck to look down at whatever he'd just walked into. Against the floor in front of him is a small pathetic creature, it's skin a light brown in colour. Despite their difference in size and physique the small creature dared to hiss at him, a single word slither from its' tongue, 
 
 
 * “ Traitor. ” * 
 
 
 Gabriel only laughs, he'd heard this before, his dark blue eyes filling with amusement, he'd been given power from the Devil, and most demons knew this, then again, Gabriel always seemed to forget one fact. 
 
 
 ** “ Demons really are stupid, are n't they? ” ** 
 
 
 Slowly Gabriel kneels down so he can look the demon in the eyes, what an insect it was compared to him, it'd barely qualify as a lower demon indeed. He brings his hand up, this mere movement causing the demon to flinch and rightfully so. He presses his ice-cold finger against the forehead of the demon, it does n't even react now. The bar becoming silent as they watch this display, they'd seen it before, they saw it every day, a stupid demon always approaching Gabriel. 
 
 
 ** “ Devorant. ” ** 
 
 
 The word was full of power, and as soon as he utters it his eyes start to glow a dark red in colour. His finger pushes against the demons forehead and a screaming is heard. Slowly the creature seems to disappear, as though its' form was retreating in on itself. As it disappears the chest of the creature starts to glow, eventually all that's left of it is a small glowing red ball, the demons' own soul. The fallen angel licks his lips and reaches forwards, his hand taking the soul before placing it against his lips. 
 
 
 Gabriel devours the creatures soul. 
 
 Slowly the fallen angel steps from the bar into the dark cobbled street of Hell itself. There was n't a single person in sight apart from another small demon, covered with a hood. This one had dark red skin, it was the size of a lower demon but Gabriel knew better. The dark hue of its' skin meant it was strong, it was probably one of the Devils' own workers. As though to confirm his suspicions it steps over to Gabriel, a small grin on its' face as it speaks, 
 
 
 * “ His highness has a job for you again, another soul for the reaper to collect. ” * 
 
 Gabriel only nods, he did n't want the thing to speak any more, its' voice grating on his nerves instantly, he liked these tasks, they were his only chance to get out of Hell. He takes a slip of paper from the demon and walks off, looking down at the paper, looks like he had another soul to collect! 
 
 
 
 **Part Two** 
 
 Gabriel arrives at the portal, it'd been a few hours since he had met Satan's messenger and at this time there really was nobody around any more. That was fine by him, he did n't need to destroy any more demons, he did n't need their souls, not when he was going to get a fresh one from the human world just for himself. The demon souls tasted corrupt, bitter, merely fallen humans that had been dragged down to Hell, they were n't anything like their previous-human selves. That's what made the angels different, they were made specifically by God to do his bidding, they were meant to be completely subservient, not Gabriel. Gabriel had always wanted more, wanted something to his life that was n't being a slave, he was n't like the other angels. 
 
 
 He was the second one ever made. 
 
 
 Only after Satan himself. 
 
 
 After Satan's betrayal it had n't taken Gabriel long to defect as well. Now that he knew there was life outside of Heaven he was quickly looking for more, searching for the unknown. When God found out about Gabriel's rituals, his consumption of the souls of mortals, his wings were ripped from him and he was banished to Earth. There Satan had found him. Satan was n't as he used to be, corrupt and evil, the freedom he had always wanted, he'd now obtained, and it had got to him. His brother Lucifer had gone by the time Gabriel found him, all that was left was the now husk they called The Devil. Gabriel did n't mind though, never thought twice about Satan's offer, quickly moving to Hell despite knowing how the demon's thought about him. Finally he had a home, somewhere to call his, he was as close to a free man as one could get, able to roam where he pleased, to consume the souls as he pleased. 
 
 
 Slowly Gabriel looks around the area, hearing a squabbling from the alleyway as two lesser demons fight over what looked like a coin. Slowly the Angel shakes his head, demons were pitiful creatures, but that's what happens when you corrupt the soul of a human. God had the power to create, yet he'd never think to taint the soul of a living creature, Satan himself though has gone past this, his ability to corrupt far surpassing anything Gabriel had ever seen, yet to the Devils' frustration he had never been able to create. Satan could not create a soul for which a living being could use, nor could he build a creature that could think and reason. He'd trapped himself in this life, and all he could do is corrupt more and more souls. 
 
 
 He steps towards the portal, heavy boots audible against the cobblestones. He was n't wearing his red robe any more, this time he was wearing his armour. It was grey in colour, on his chest a depiction of a dragon, two ruby ’ s set as the gleaming eyes of the beast. The myth of the reaper, it was a myth based around Gabriel himself. For many years he'd worked for Satan, going to the human realm and devouring the souls of the deal makers. Of course, he had to make it look like they'd died of natural causes, usually Satan sends Gabriel when he gets bored of that human in particular. Gabriel did n't care, he got a good meal out of it after all. 
 
 
 Stepping onto the portal platform he looks at the piece of paper, reading the name out loud and shutting his eyes. As he opens them again he's somewhere completely different, somewhere bright, somewhere noisy. A place that smelt absolutely delicious, Gabriel's mouth twisting up at the corners into a broad grin, eyes lighting up at the prospect of feasting. 
 
 [ I enjoyed this and would love to do more if you want me too! Also Devorant is Latin for Devour. ]
