[Gabriel]

Once Gabriel and Stealth reached the Keep they found Lady Cloud waiting for them. “Where have YOU been?” she demanded of Stealth.
“I…was going to.....”
“ He saw me leaving and followed me, I ran into him on my way back here.” Gabriel interrupted.
“Oh is that so......okay then.” She replied sounding sceptical. Lady Z approached with the Black Knight.
“Leave them be, he back now and that all that matters. Now Stealthy-love, come with me.” Smiling she lead Steathy off, with a quick nod between them the others disappeared as well. Gabriel left standing alone in the courtyard sighed and walked toward the keep.

Returning to his old room, Gabriel saw very little had changed, a few areas had scorch marks and some of the furniture was new but he could guess why. He was given this room when he first came to stay, it was but two doors down from Cloudbringer and next to LadyZekkes room, he figured that Black Knight though it the best place to put him, being able to reach either lady quickly in cases of danger. He started toward the cupboard but stopped halfway…. realising that the only cloths he had was this loincloth. Moving to wards the bed he tried to lie down, the dull aching of his wings was heightened by the contact with the bed. Clearing his mind of thoughts he try to block out the pain. He was distracted by voices; opening his eyes he gazed around the room, trying to find the source. It came from behind him, LadyZ’s room, listening for a few short seconds he could guess their intent. With a scream of annoyance he walked out of the room, nit bothering to close the door behind him.

“Ladylicious, you know I can’t indulge you in this state.” Stealth was standing by the door, trying to look away.
“I know but I love you.” LadyZ replied as she covered herself up.
“Ladylove, I going to leave tomorrow. To find Jerome and get him to make me whole again.”
“I...... understand, I wait for you, until you come back to me whole.” As she spoke she took his skeleton hand in hers “Stealth love, your fingers, they are so smooth and rounded....” A grin grew across Stealth face (which is pretty hard thing to do without skin) when a scream erupted from the next room.
“Shouldn’t we check that out?”
“ No, your got other things on your hand now Stealth.”

Gabriel entered the dinning room to find the Lord of Alcohol sitting with his feet on the table. “Being kept up?” he asked, smirking. Gabriel shot him a look of daggers and took a seat. “ Want some?”
“ What is it?”
“ LadyZ’s special brew.”
“Which means?”
“A barrel of 50 year old Turnip beer I found.”
“And she knows you found it?”
“Loosen up, besides she made me the official Ale Conner, tasting it's my job.”
“Ha, the perfect job. Pass me some then.” LoA searched for a cup, but couldn’t find one. Sighing Gabriel got up and headed for the door to the kitchen.
“I wouldn’t go in there.”
“Why not?”
“Cloudy and BK are ‘cooking’.”
“Cooking, really what....oh.” He said getting the hidden meaning. “What is it about this place.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it has to be built on a temple of Sune, everyone hornier than a hedgehog!”
“Ha, if only there was more women, then we know if you’re right or if it just the family.” A loud moan echoed through the door.
“ I can’t take it anymore, I getting out of this place for the night.”
“I’ll join you.” LoA added, but collapsed on to the table instead.

The suns rays drifted across the sky, spreading a pattern of reds and orange but Gabriel didn’t notice, before him stood a group a monsters so foul they had no name. “Gabriel, Menmoch is angry with you.”
“And he sent you four of you to tell me this.”
“Cut the wit, it was never your strong point. We are to bring you to him.”
“So he told you to go fetch?”
“We could of done this the easy way, but I don’t think Menmoch will mind you arriving a little battered.” And it spring to attack, Gabriel brushed a side it claw with easy, but took a hit from one of its friends. Spinning Gabriel willed a sword into his hand and struck out, a small fiend caught the blade in it shoulder and with a twist Gabriel drove it in to the beast heart. Unfortunately it left his back open, and a strike sent him sprawling. Rolling he braced the hilt of the blade against the ground, predicably the creature impaled itself on it tip, Gabriel found his blade stuck and gave it up. Flipping to his feet, he caught a kick to his stomach, but his years of training and combat had honed his instinct and he grabbed the foot, twisting it sharply until he heard the bone crack. Throwing the wounded creature to the ground his turned to spot the last beast casting a spell. With a quick dive he threw the injured one into the spells path. A cloud of dust blinded him and he was unprepared for the next attack, which sent him flying in to tree across the clearing. As soon as he caught his breath a bolt of lighting struck him, followed by another and another. Clenching his teeth he uttered the words to a spell he learned long ago, and the lighting stopped only to be replaced by the sound of laughter.
“ Do really think you can still win, your beaten.”
“ Varsh! You bastard.” Gabriel yelled throwing the last of his energy in to the spell, the last thing he saw as he fell in to darkness was the creature standing over him staring.