A few weeks had passed and Gabriel’s wounds had all but healed. His wings had shed their feathers and a pair of black bat like wings hung down his back, the tops of them just brushed the nape of his neck before folding down and almost touching the floor, his long silver hair hung between them braided tightly.

He had begun to build himself a small shelter the weather, in this strange and lonely place, was odd the first night as he had settled down and shut his eyes he had expected it to get darker but had opened his eyes as the light had grown brighter and brighter and had a shock as in the west he could see a sunset and in the east a sunrise, he frowned and shrugged shutting his eyes again.

Now he had also had his experience of the landscapes vicious thunder storms, as his small tree had been felled by the violent wind and rain a few nights previous. He growled and looked at his hands, most of his shelter was built aside from a little strengthening it was done but he had to stop. The fingers on his hands had begun to fuse together, the first and middle and the ring and little finger, lengthening and thickening the same as his thumbs to form long thin bonelike claws three on each hand, and he couldn’t seem to hold onto anything without dropping it or crushing it.

He sat next to his little dwelling and lay his head back closing his eyes. He awoke a few moment later as he heard a loud crack next to him he leapt up his new claws held up ready to fight whatever the hell had made the noise, he saw a tall broad built creature standing next to his small shack smiling.

“Who are you?” Gabriel demanded, the creature smiled and put his hands up good naturedly as if to say that he wasn’t armed.
“You're Gabriel” he said, a deep voice issued from him, Gabriel frowned
“I know who I am,” he snarled, the creature didn’t drop the smile but cocked his head,
“My names Dawn” he said quietly, he looked at the grubby, ripped shirt that Gabriel was wearing, Gabriel’s mind flicked to the memories of childhood tales of the Lord of the Underworld, Dawn. Gabriel stood his ground
“You got thrown out for crimes against the crown” he stated, Dawn's smile widened, and he nodded
“I did” he said quietly, he pulled a packet from his pocket and lit up a cigarette, Gabriel made a strangled sound as he eyed the packet smelling the acrid smoke, his craving was more than his sense of danger surrounding the daemon in front of him. Dawn threw him the packet, his clumsy claws dropped it then quickly retrieved it from the damp grass. Dawn passed him a lighter and sat down his back against the shack wall. Gabriel looked at him for a moment, then he sat down too, but not too close to the stranger.

“So, what did you get thrown out for?” he asked, he held a cigarette in his teeth as he tried to get the lighter lit, Dawn looked over at him, then took the lighter from his hands and lit the cigarette for him. 
“Well,” he said as he did so “I committed crimes against the crown” he said he didn’t sound unhappy quite the contrary, to Gabriel,
“What did you do step on mothers robes?” Gabriel did sound bitter and he knew it, Dawn on the other hand snorted with laughter, he shut his eyes and put his head back against the shack still laughing lightly,
“No it was a bit worse than that” he smiled when he had stopped,
“Well?” Gabriel didn’t really care that much as the smoke filled his lungs, he smiled himself. He handed the packet to Dawn as he waited for an answer, but the daemon didn’t take them.“Keep them” he said, “I can always get more” he looked at a watch on his wrist and began to stand up, then stopped crouched down, one hand rested on the shack for support and looked at Gabriel. 

“What?” Gabriel snapped, regretting his tone of voice instantly afterwards, Dawn smiled.
“Well, what’s happening to you isn’t what happened to me or any of the other daemons so if its okay, I’d like to keep an eye on you ” he stood straight, looking down at Gabriel,
“What for?” Gabriel asked standing up, he put another cigarette in his mouth, the other one was finished and out in the packet, Dawn smiled
“I don’t think you’re a daemon,” he said, watching Gabriel struggle with the lighter, he looked at the small creature in front of him,
“Then what am I?” Gabriel growled, Dawn laughed
“No idea, but whatever it is it comes with a foul temper” Gabriel looked at him in surprise no one had ever said anything like that to him, aside from his brothers, Dawn smiled at him then took the lighter from his hand, and lit Gabriel’s cigarette for him, “you’ll get it lit if you want it badly enough” he said handing the lighter back to him, then he took a step backwards and in a bright red flash and a loud crack he disappeared. Gabriel looked at the spot where he had been standing for a moment the realized that the air smelt of sulphur and cigarettes he wrinkled his nose and went inside his small home.

The End

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