thepheonixqueen
replied to your photoset “oricalcon:
Jack knows him intimately, after all. He’s lived…”
Have you posted any of the fic yet? Because I am dying to read it!
Nope, not yet! The part I do have might be getting a rewrite, actually, because I’m not very satisfied with it so far. But here’s an excerpt!
Gabriel doesn’t need a ritual to know the war has ended. War is his province; he rides the ebb and flow of violence like a bird on the air currents. He felt the shift presaging the end weeks ago. But humans move in their own time. Now that the blood is finished spilling and the ring and screams of battle are fading from the air, his people are finally celebrating their victory. From afar, he hears them sing his praises, and listens while they call on him to accept the offering they have made for him, his divinely mandated tithe of the spoils of conquest.
He waits until they’ve all cleared off after the ceremony before he pays a visit to find out what they left him. They like to know he’s listening, but mortals seldom really desire the visitation of a god. He tends to find their clamor cuter from a distance anyway.
The place of worship they made for him is a rough-carved stone altar on a height overlooking the great valley that hosted the last series of battles. It’s been a few days since the final battle that brought an end to the rival capital, but the reek of offal and gunsmoke still floats above the plains where the bulk of it was fought. The earth is pockmarked and scorched in strips from the heavy weaponry deployed by both sides. From here, even mortal eyes can see the smoke rising from the shattered city straddling the river that winds through the heart of it. Gabriel’s far better vision can make out the little figures of his warriors moving along the roads, rounding up stray civilians and well-earned pillage.
One set of mortal eyes in particular is taking in the sight. When Gabriel rounds the altar to see what was left on it, what does he find but the Golden General himself? They left him bound there with nowhere to look but the ruins of his own fallen capital, while he waits for the god of his enemies to claim him in tribute. His blue glare is as hot as the flame weapons he had his armies turn on Gabriel’s soldiers.
Gabriel laughs in pure delight. "Well, hail the conquering heroes.“ He ignores the laser glare in those eyes as he steps up to rest one hip against the altar by Jack’s shoulder. “You should have taken my offer.” He strokes a hand roughly through the hair that earned Jack his sobriquet and admires the line of his extended throat when Jack’s head is forced back. “You should listen to a god of war when he tells you how things are going to go. Look at you. All that death and waste and you’re mine in the end anyway.”
Jack says nothing; just bares his teeth.
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