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Viator (Messenger)
by Beth
The first ray of sunlight falls on Gabriel's eyes, waking him. He sits up, reaches to the window. In his mind, memories.
The cold of the castle, the coarseness of the sheets are forgotten. Instead, he feels the brush of Raphael's wings, the heat of Michael's sword as they stood together. Watching the first light of the Word. Not looking at the empty place between Gabriel and Michael, where the brightest of them should have stood.
This is the way the sun shone over the ruins of Sodom. Over the bodies of the firstborn of Egypt. On the dark hair of a woman in Israel, when she smiled and cried at once, and Gabriel wanted to hug her, but he did not dare to.
For a moment, he remembers. Then Dracula's hands wrap around his shoulders, drawing him back into the darkness.
Gabriel falls gladly