sunday_reveries: You think you find it and it loses you...
sunday_reveries : "Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out,
and a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they’re opened,
can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back."
-Alice Hoffman
If asked, he'd say he liked the irony- an angel disguised as a heathen god- but, really, there really couldn't be anything more freeing than being a Trickster. If Daddy wasn't going to pay attention, then Junior was going to act out as much as possible and see if that snapped him out of His stupor, and if it didn't? ....Well, at least it was fun. Plus, it was a good distraction. Punish the cute little mortals than Daddy favored and pretend like everything wasn't falling apart back at the house.
Yeah.
That works.
It was a good gig though, even if he stopped being an angel and started being something else entirely a ways down the road. Not that it mattered- he probably wasn't going to go back, as it clearly wasn't getting any better up there, so there was no real point in being an angel anymore. Every now and then, he'd catch snatches from the angels who were still willing to talk to him (there weren't many- he wasn't anyone's favorite big brother even when he was back in Heaven, and now phrases like 'lower than a walking blasphemy' and 'oh, is Gabriel still alive?' got thrown around among the sibs) that things were getting worse, that they were trying to take matters into their own hands, and he just sat on his ass and watched, because he was past the point of interfering. This was how he taught Daddy a lesson- the rest of the kids could blow up the world, for all he cared. Just so long as it stopped, because it was starting to get painful.
Painful enough that no amount of trickery and indulgence and unholy behavior was going to ease the ache. It didn't matter that he'd never be welcomed back into Paradise. It didn't matter that there'd be half of no one left to trick and toy with. Hell, it didn't matter that he'd be forgotten in the annals of this war and Gabriel the Archangel would pass unremembered from this earth. What mattered was having to keep watching the fighting over and over again and still caring about every damn idiot fighting in it, even if they didn't care about him anymore. Eventually, it all had to come to an end.
Eventually, it did.
Muse: The Trickster/Gabriel
Word Count: 437