#favoredsonofgod

I've heard the same from islands such as Samoa in the southern Pacific. Supposedly, it's slightly sweeter. What got you talking about cannibalism, Gabriel?

I didn't want to know that either, bro.

         In hindsight, Gabriel should have known that Heaven would cotton on to his alter ego sooner or later. If he were a different kind of person, he would have been more cautious.

                        Said alter ego was, as of now, unimportant, a product of childish abandonment issues and a thirst for rebellion. A loss of dignity and purpose. All of which were unacceptable for his station and rank. He was an archangel, not a piffling demigod. His were more important tasks. And now he was clear on that.

        His task right now was to find the Morning Star. Hence why he was standing on the corner of a crowded sidewalk, a light drizzle speckling the chipped pavement beneath his feet and fulvous, shaded eyes picking out every face in the swarming multitudes around him. A look of uncharacteristic neutrality marked his normally expressive visage, the emptiness of expression giving away nothing as he searched for his brother, for a spoiled, filth-ridden Grace in a sea of human souls.

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