We'll bite for the hand that feeds us
Oh the humiliation.
He was supposed to be judge of hell, messenger of god, warrior in the lords name, unshaken, undefeateble, eternal as the glory of the lord himself. And yet here he was, defeated.
He had never experienced something close to this before, not in the battles he guided with hidden hand on earth and not in the battles he fought against the demon hordes and fallen angels before he became the judge. A machine, man made, creation of gods creation, had bested him. No trickery, no scheming, it had bested him fair and square in a show of skill through battle.
He had fled the battlefield in a mighty outcry of rage, the fury over his loss bruning bright. But then, back in heaven, he suddenly felt...exhausted? He had felt tired before, from fighting, from carrying out the endless mission to spread the lords light and uphold the holy oder of things, but he had never felt exhausted, not to this extend.
The moment he appeared in heaven, just behind the mighty golden gates, he sank to the floor. No limb would move, no matter how hard he tried. He had been wounded, a thing he was used to as a warrior, but for some reason these wounds stung so much more as his body tried to heal and close the holes the bullets had left in his flesh where his cuirass did not cover or failed to stop them. And so he had no choice but to simply lay there, patheticly, as he bled out onto the white and gold marble walkways that made up the paths leading through heaven, staining it's pristine beauty with his dark red blood.
A simple virtue was the first to notice and approach him, the blue winged orb circeling his body and giving of a slight hum. There was a concerned, almost sad, tone to the otherworldy noises it made as it observed before dashing off with a wail not too different from a songbirds warning cry to alert the rest of the swarm.
He tried to pick himself up a couple of times, attempting to at least prop himself up on his arms, but his body failedd him and gave out after just a few seconds every time he tried. But he didn't need to try for long, he soon found himself picked up by the elbows, barely held up by who he found to be other heaven made angels. They wore armor similiar in style to his, maybe a bit less detailed, and their hands that weren't draggin him around by the elbows wielded gold and silver spears. They were soldiers, plenty of which he himself had led into battle many of times.
One might think that, as a higher ranking angel, the soldiers would be nice enough to at least help him up fully, let him lean onto them as he patehticly limped to meet with the council, but no. They simply dragged him by the elbows, twisting his wounded and allready hurting arms to only make them hurt more, the metal of his tassets and thighboots screeching disgustingly across the floor, leaving behind scratches and smears of blood as they dragged him along. He wouldn't be surprised if lucifer himself could hear the disgusting screatching sound all the way down in his little frozen pit.
It felt like an eternity of humiliation, getting dragged through the streets of heaven like an unruly childy by the scruff of its shirt, they hadn't even made it past the gardens yet and still for some reason the guards...stopped? Garbiel swore he could hear the joints in his neck creak like an old chair as he slowly lifted is head to see what was going on. And there they were.
Mankind.
Or rather the humans that had made it into heaven. Virtues, both lesser and greater, and they were blocking the way.
Well it definetly wasn't ALL the human souls that made it to heaven, the gardens weren't big enough for that, but still a sizable crowd had sown up, and they seemed angry. The lesser virtues sung tunes similiar to the one that had inspected gabriel earlier, their wings fluttering angrily and some of them zipping about restlessly. The higher virtues, those granted a bodily form, looked equally angry, especially those that had been granted to keep human or at least human-like faces in their heavenly bodies. No angry wasn't a strong enough word for that, they looked outright PISSED.
The soldiers that were dragging him commanded them to make way, but the virtues refused. An earshattering outcry rang through the gardens as the virtues dared to refuse the orders of higher ranking angels and some especially brave ones even dared to step forward and crowd them.
„Where do you think you're taking him??“ one of them boldy questiond. A greater virtue, but still on the smaller side, stepped right in front of the guards, her hands braced on her hips, stance wide and stable, and wings flare wide open. She wore a red sash draped around her body, a board with a candle and paper was tucked into it around her hip, she was one of the scribes under metatron no doubt.
The soldiers told the virtues once more to get lost and that they were taking him to the council, to recieve judgement over his failure.
„Judgement? In this state?“ she greater virtue spoke up again, her voice proud and mocking „The man is barely with us anymore, how is he supposed to recieve judgement if he can't even hear the councils verdict?“ she said, sending a round of chatter through the crowd of virtues followed by some few outcries from the other higher virtues present.
„Let him rest!“ one of them cried out from the crowd.
„Hasn't he done enough allready?“
„He looks so tired.“
„Give him a break!“ the virtues demanded.
The soldiers reminded them one more time of their position in heaven, and that all the virtues would recieve punishment if they kept interfering with direct orders from the council, their words fell on deaf ears a nother wave of protest rang out from the crowd.
The daring virtue with the red sash spoke up again, surely this one must have been sent to heaven for her sense of justice and fearless pursuit of it. She stepped forward, got so close that he had to crane his neck to see more than just her greaves.
„ So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.“ she quoted from the holy scripture „Those are the teachings, those are the words of the lord brought to us by his prophets when we still walked on earth. If I were wounded and weak, I'd hope for the help of my fellows, I'd hope at least one of them would be willing to extend me their hand, especially if I spent all my existence fighting in their name when they were too weak to do it by themself. By denying us to extend our hand and denying him the help and rest he clearly needs YOU are in direct defiance of the will of the lord.“ she accused, jabbing a finger pointedly at the helmet of one of the soldiers.
The accused soldier smacked her hand away with the pole of his spear „You are not like us, we are heaven born and as such it is our most holy duty to enforce the lords will, by failing to do so he has violated our highest of commands and therefore he must be judged accordingly. As is the will of the heavenly council“
„is the council the lord?“ the girl asked simply as she took a few steps backwards, to which the guard replied with a confused and stuttered „n-no? They simply rule in his absence, until the father returns“.
„Then why is the council acting like their oders are above the lords word? So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.“ she quoted once more and shook her head in disappointment „ The council has fallen victim to their own self-importance it would seem. And yet they dare to claim that they are reenforcing these teachings when they are clearly going against them, and against one of their own too! Seems like the council is made up of just a bunch of HYPOCRITES.“
Her last words rang loud and clear through the gardens of heaven, even the crowd went silent for a moment, a moment in which he could feel the grasp of the soldiers slipping on his arms as he saw them point their spears at her while he himself made a quick decent towards the floor.
A small lesser virtue, the one that had inspected him before mayhaps, quickly squeezed itself in between his chestplate and the cold marble, softening the fall and keeping him up just enough to see the mass of both greater and lesser virtues turn from the calming bright blue that they usually were to a sea of hot burning red as the soldiers charged the brave greater virtue that still stood there, unmoving.
Her hands were calmly clasped behind her as he stared directly into his vizor, her fellow virtues quite literally throwing themselves at the attacking soldiers „Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends We both know that what ever the council may decide will not be a true and just judgement for the scale of your percieved offence. You and your brothers have fought for us all your life and we understand that's what you were made for, but still, we never got the chance to return the favour. So, just this once, let us be the ones fighting for you.“
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Some tidbits (words and explanations for shit that might be unclear):
A Cuirass is a metal chest plate, the backplate is called a plackart
Tassets are the metal bits on his hips, in medieval armor they are normaly attached to a thing called „faulds“which is an armor piece that is supposed to protect your waist and attached to the cuirass bzt gabe is clearly missing it cuz his whole ass waistline and tummy is just out and about, so he has them on a belt instead.
I called his boots thighboots bc that is what that type of legarmor is usually called in mmorpgs, but technicly those are a full set of a cuisse (the thigh bit), a poleyn (knee bit), greave (shin bit), and sabaton (the feet bit)
I wrote that lucifer is in a frozen pit because the game is loosely based off/inspired by dantes inferno and in the inferno our boy luci, along with all the other traitors, is frozen up to his nips in a lake at the deepest point of hell (the humans that were sent there are deeper in the ice than just that but that's not important here) But yeah for heaven I did NOT take notes from the divine comedy (the thing that dantes inferno is only part 1/3 of) because...yeah what the fuck even is that??? so I just took inspiration from the Mt.Gulg dungeon in ffxiv bc shit do be looking pretty angelic.
Metatron is often credited as the heavenly scribe
„So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.“ Matthew 7:12
„So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith.“ Galatians 6:10
„Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.“ John 15:13
...so yeah um this whole fic was born out of this beautiful youtube comment
under a lyrics video from „with hearts aligned“ from ffxiv (don't look it up if you're planning on playing the endwalker expansion, big spoiler!) and also kinda by how humans will get very passionate about the people they bond with and will do a lot of risky shit in order to help eachother. In this case I though that the humans and gabriel have shepheard/hearding dog kinda dynamic...and in this case the other dogs find out what the herd does when you decide to take a bite at their bonded hearding dog (there is this lady one village over who has sheep and a dog that lives with the sheep 24/7, the dog got attacked by a person with a knife once, the sheep did not like that at all)
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