The Mason

The Valiard. A being of immense power prophesied to bring down the Silver City. A warrior, a bloodlust filled beast forgotten by time itself. The old Gods, the beings who created the Universe. Asara, Eberos, Gaderial, and God, each of them had foreseen the terror of the Valiard. Each one seen the power that could be unleashed should it return. So the last act they did was made a solemn oath to never create beings more powerful then the archangels. Should they ever do so that could mean certain doom for them all. That much was certain, and 𝒘𝒆 all agreed.

Gabriel woke up in a hospital bed, his clothes thrown to the side and all the lights in the room dimmed. The low buzzing of the lights could be heard and he instantly felt the pain in his various cuts. As he moved his arms were caught against the restraints he was in and he grunted. Looking around for anyone to help him. "Hello? I need some help here!" He shouted out as a slither of fear warped across his mind. The fallen angel shivered as his breathing increased, small goosebumps falling across his body. A small gust of wind blew across the room from Gabriel's right, along with a sound of flapping wings. As Gabriel turned his head slowly, his jaw would clench.

A figure clad in a black suit and red shirt stood several feet away from him. The man would be leaning against an open window a cigarette in his scorched hand. The light in the room threw dark shadows along the man's face, or perhaps it was just the way he looked. "Gabriel." The man said in greeting his voice almost a hiss. As he turned his gaunt face, roughly shaved, was illuminated slightly. His eyes glowing a light tinge of red as they met Gabriel's. The fallen angel shivered as the voice slithered throughout the room, the power behind that single word would send most into insanity. He'd utter no word in response simply staring at the remnant of his long forgotten sibling. Disheveled by the years of living within the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" An barely audible question which escaped the fallen angels lips, as he lay completely still, not daring to move an inch. Not daring to let him feel the fear. It was all in vain however, as the figure smiled. A cold smile with no other features of happiness. He'd take a long drag of his cigarette before touching the end with his finger, putting it out completely. "Here? Where do you think you are brother dear. Safe within the hospice of the mortal realm. No. You are in my domain. Surprised you don't remember it." The gaunt man would say as he dropped his cigarette, walking over to Gabriel. It was only now that the fallen angel could truly see what had become of his brother.

The once handsome man, described as the light-bringer, was but a shallow imitation now. His dark features surveyed Gabriel, as he towered over him both in height and sheer power. The eyes of Tartarus itself peered into Gabriel's soul. "Pathetic really, that you'd end up here. Then again the old man never was one for the rebellious ones." He'd continue, clicking his fingers causing the restraints to pop off his brothers arms. Gabriel would remain silent slowly rising up, the damage dealt due to his fight with Azrael had taken much out of him, and clearly being here had not dampened that. "So he's finally decided to do it has he?" The gaunt man would ask the smile still on his face. "The great Fall he has so wanted ever since my betrayal." He'd finish his eyes fixated on Gabriel. The fallen angel would furrow his brow, "What is it? Tell me! I only have a week to stop it!" He'd say his voice rising to a shout as he with much effort slid into a sitting position.

The gaunt man would smile, "It's the end of the angels brother. A restart of massive proportions that I wish you had time to listen to, its a shame you're but a visitor here." As Gabriel opened his mouth to retort, to further question his brother, he blinked. But when his eyes opened he wasn't in the hospital bed. He was in a gurney, as he stared up he saw hospital lights zoom past. Several people in scrubs pushing him along a corridor. The far away voices of the doctors, the pleading of Dowling, and the Captain. He heard Jane, and he saw her too. Tears in her eyes as she ran behind the gurney he was on. He blinked again. It felt as if he dropped back into the hospital bed he was previously on then. He groaned as his arm went to grab the side of the bed for support. His brother would stand watching him curiously. "You're fading in and out little brother, you aren't fully dead yet up there," The gaunt man would say matter of factly, as he turned towards the window and walked over to it. "I know what you seek Gabriel. Should you return here, I will not be as kind." He'd say turning his head. His blood red wings erupting as he finished.

"Samael" Gabriel would say just as his brother was about to leave, causing the Lord of Hell to turn his head towards him. A look of pure disgust on his face. "I've missed you." The fallen angel would say truthfully.

𝑬𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒍, 𝒐𝒓 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓:

𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘡𝘢𝘥𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘭, 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘥𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘮, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘷𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺."𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦." 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯" 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭, 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺. "𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴."𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.

Lucifer would smile slightly, but it disappeared quickly. "It was good to see you, but my threat stands. Call me that again or come here without permission, and I will destroy you." With that he'd wrap his wings around him before jumping out the window and disappearing. Then Gabriel blinked. The blaring sound of machines monitoring his vitals entered his ears, his vision was blurry as he tried to focus on a single aspect of what was in front of him. Yet he couldn't. The distant voices would cut off. The colours in front of him being hidden by a bright light. The machines never stopping in the background. He tried to remember how he got here. His mind frantic. His body in pain. He closed his eyes. Blocked out his senses. He remembered.

He was in the back of the ambulance, right after his fight with Azrael. Right after Myer's did what he did. "Don't worry..." Dowling would say, as Gabriel watched him close the doors. As he turned Gabriel noticed a slight smile on the side of his face, "We have plenty to talk about...starting with," Dowling would say sitting opposite him. Their eyes meeting for the moment. "What the hell you are Myers." The fallen angel would raise an eyebrow. "What am I?" He'd say, trying to see just how much he knew. Dowling scoffed. "Don't play dumb with me. I know when someone is just too good for their own good and I sure as hell know you aren't human Myers. What are you? Shapeshifter? A lone Nachzehrer?" Dowling would reaffirm as he watched Gabriel. The fallen angel would once again raise an eyebrow. Shapeshifter he could let pass but the mention of a Nachzehrer was surprising. They were hellspawn known to feast on human blood, and hunt in packs. Most would call them vampires and Gabriel had assumed the name had died out. Yet Dowling seemed to have an intimate knowledge of things he shouldn't.

"A Nachzehrer? I haven't heard someone use that name in a long time. How do you know it Stuart?" Gabriel would say, answering the question with a question. The detective would chuckle bringing out a small knife, clearly steel. A metal which was lethal to many of Hellspawn, Nachzehrer included. "Okay okay! I'm no Nachzehrer, cut my arm if you don't believe me." Gabriel would say offering his arm to the detective who hesitantly took it and sliced across it causing blood to seep out. Gabriel would groan in pain slightly. "Happy? Now how do you know about Hellspawn?" The fallen angel would say grabbing the cut and holding it. Stuart Dowling, who'd aimed the knife ready to throw as soon as he cut Gabriel, lowered the blade slowly. He'd then put it away, slowly rolling up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo on his upper arm. It displayed a square and compass overlapping slightly. "You're a freemason." Gabriel would say upon seeing it. "I've come across you lot before, Master Mason Revere was a good friend." He'd continue, which would result in a scoff from Dowling.

"As in Master Mason 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭 Revere? The one that died in the eighteen hundreds? What the hell are you? Not many things can live a few centuries." The detective would say, rolling down his sleeve and watching Gabriel who would sigh. Being a mason meant Dowling was one of the few people who would have known about angels on Earth. "I'm an angel...or used to be. Not anymore." He would say truthfully, causing Stuart's eyes to widen. "An angel? As in the one the prophets spoke about? This explains a lot about you Myer's. Including how you're not dead...and if you're fallen then that cut I just gave you won't heal. Here." Dowling would reach into his pouch and bring out a small red plant. "It's a Zamonia flower, minor healing properties. Rub it along the cut it should seal before this lot find it." Gabriel would nod, rubbing the plant against the cut on his arm and to his surprise he watched it slowly begin to close up. Stuart would smile, "You mentioned the prophets, you knew about them?" Gabriel would say and the detective would nod. "I was surprised when Jane wanted them investigated...hey does she know...you know?"

"Yeah, I told her a few years ago." Gabriel would respond, "So what was the mason's connection to the prophets?" Clearly probing to find out if Stuart knew something he didn't, and the detective seemed more then happy to help. "They fed us some of their visions, so we could warn our charters and we kept them aware of any monsters we came across" He'd say matter of factly. "After they proclaimed their final prophesy to you, the masons came in and cleaned up. Which remind me. We have something you might want to see. It's some pages from a very old book but the language is beyond us." Stuart would say. "Maybe you could come by when we are done here-" and that's as much as the fallen angel could remember, next thing he knew he woke up in some hellish hospital bed with Lucifer by his side. He couldn't remember what happened on that ambulance whatsoever, it was as if some sort of barrier was blocking his mind. Not letting him uncover the truth.

Unbeknownst to him, outside forces had begun meddling with his affairs. All the planets and all life had a innate feeling of impending doom. The universe was falling into place for the birth of a being that could mean the destruction of all life as you know it. The Valiard was coming.