Backstory

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WARNING

Again, not all of this is fully canon, beware!

Gabriel, or as Dante's Inferno calls him, the "Messenger of God" was originally one of three brothers: Lucifer, Michael, and himself (of course he was the middle child). He wasn't one for violence and much more for words being sharper than blades, fancying himself a poet. After the disappearance of both Lucifer and God, Michael took control of Heaven via the Council, leaving Gabriel to fill the Fighter of God shoes. And he, of course, did, as obedient as he was.

Due to relying on SPEED where Michael relied on STRENGTH, he had what Michael didn't; forethough and precision. Because of this, the Council took great favor upon his obedient attitude, willingness to learn, popularity with other Angels, and efficiency on the field. Gabriel used this same forethought and intention to stomp the GREED REBELLION by noticing that Sisyphus was the fire behind it, and that with him crushed the rest would crumble after. He personally saw to also crushing the LUST REVOLUTION that had caught the Council's attention soon after.

And supposedly just as he crushed the two rebellions, so too was he sent to cast the V1 model into oblivion. But, the machine bested him- and with it, the Council saw him as a traitorous heretic for daring to be bested. Stripped of his Holy Light, he was given 24 hours to unmake this mistake, or the embers of his very soul would die out.

"As the Light was ripped from his being, Gabriel's screams were silenced in the hiss of gospel in praise of The Father. A boiling anguish to which even the fires of Hell could not compare. Through the blaze of torment a single burning hatred was forged anew. If the machines seek blood, he would give it freely; and with such fury, even metal will bleed."

Weakened twiceover by the loss of his light but strengthened tensfold by anger, Gabriel returned to Hell and confronted the machine once more. Throughout the battle, though, Gabriel grew strangely entranced by the art of violence- but more importantly, the art of the struggle. Gabriel had never before known the joy of a struggle, of coming face-to-face with an opponent of equal or greater measure. Though he had lost twice, each loss only further grew his desire to overcome. Up until now, he had only done what was expected of him, but now for the first time he had found something he himself wanted. Not even the fast encroaching End of Hell mattered to him anymore.

But once again, the battle came to an end, and Gabriel retreated again, this time not with anger but with clarity. On the Moon he pondered, considering all that he had known and all that he had learned. With it, he realized the horrors he had committed in the name of holiness. How many had he killed, and to what end? What sort of justice was this?

And with this Revelation, he acted on it. The end of his life did not matter. The end of Hell did not matter. In fact, it all only motivated him to do what was right while he still had time. And so he returned to Heaven, blade in hand, and drove that blade through the neck of every single Councilor, ultimately sealing his fate since no one else could reimburse his light. Let them die the deaths of the heretics they had sent him to kill. He would be the Weapon of Heaven no longer, but his own.

And with that he ventured out of Heaven, to leave for the very last time...