the girl was rather perplexed by the maleâs question. of god? she wasnât all too religious but she was still a christian that believed in him. she bit her lip, thinking about how to phrase her answer but decided to throw all thoughts away and reply directly. âi guess you can say that. why do you ask? are you?âÂ
   When faced with his own inquiry pushed back into his face, Gabriel merely blinks, showing no signs of disruption nor confusion, and instead exhaling a soft sigh. Afraid of God? had he ever been afraid of anyone? much less a deity that many had over glorified. âI asked because I am curious, why else?â chortle erupts, along with it a brief flashing of pearly whites. Gabriel had never been fear struck over God, n o, instead heâd felt more fear in thinking heâd die too early before his dreams completion.Â
   âA heavy sinner like myself should fear a higher power, truly, yet -- the thought of burning in Hell for all eternity doesnât sound too bad, compared to being surrounded by floating angels of purity and holy shit.â Perhaps he wasnât the religious type, then again was anyone these days? it seemed the faith of God only came around when one needed it most, when it was convenient for someone to pray. Biting his lower tier, head tilts off to one side, âRather be afraid of God, Iâd fear humanity itself.â