IT'S FUCKING HOT IN ERIDU, MESOPOTAMIA, and Gabriel would rather take a quick detour to the Northpole to get some ice for his wine, but unfortunately, he's on a super-duper important mission from Mikey, and who knows how closely that fucker is watching him, so he better gets this shit done. Honestly, he doesn't know why he is the one having to check this out. First of all, this shouldn't be worth an archangel's attention, and secondly, he was created for talking purposes, and he thinks cupids bashing each other's heads in is more of a soldier's job. Unless Michael thinks Gabriel can make them talk it out or whatever.
Anyway, he tracks the energy readings of one of his siblings to the outskirts of town and eventually finds her in a slap fight with a brother in the middle of a palm plantation. She's throwing coconuts at him, and he's calling her names that would make every whorehouse owner blush. They ignore Gabriel, and Gabriel ignores them in return because he just found a possible cause for this whole drama. "Ewww," he makes as he strolls over to the yucky demon, who is apparently greatly amused by this cockfight. He's casually leaning against a palm tree and drinking from a wineskin. "What do we have here? Some fugly-ass ogre from Hell."