Bargaining Chips
"How would I fight?" Gabriel asked, eyes downcast. "What chance in Hell do I have of even lasting ten minutes? You’ve won already, this is just icing on the cake."
Sighing tiredly, Gabriel’s wings drooped slightly. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
"We have won, certainly... but... what happens now? Energy is now a limited source... demonic actions are not balanced out anymore... everything is chaos and violence and insanity... except here, of course, but well..." - he tilted his head.
"... words can still hurt me... you are a better fighter than I am... and I appreciate your wit and personality... so... you have chances.. you simply have to use them"








