"We're just different...that makes sense, I guess. We were made for a purpose, so I guess people thought we might not need it."
The bloody crackle of demonic presence registers in his subconscious mind before conscious thought even crosses that threshold. What ignites in his cupped palms as a response is not the controlled, habitual worry stone of before, but pure white-hot energy. It pours forth in a blazing torrent as he pulls his hands apart, splitting the projectiles so they curve neatly around Gabriel to tear through groups of husks. Surprisingly little blood comes forth, but only because that energy seems to burn like a cauterizing flame.
Despite appearances, talking and thinking come to him only because he has spent a great deal of time doing it in his short life. Using his powers for combat, however, is an instinct that runs bone-deep.
Humans had never been able to master the control husks had over hell energy, but he is not a human. He was made for this, whether he likes it or not.
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The bloody crackle of demonic presence registers in his subconscious mind before conscious thought even crosses that threshold. What ignites in his cupped palms as a response is not the controlled, habitual worry stone of before, but pure white-hot energy. It pours forth in a blazing torrent as he pulls his hands apart, splitting the projectiles so they curve neatly around Gabriel to tear through groups of husks. Surprisingly little blood comes forth, but only because that energy seems to burn like a cauterizing flame.
Despite appearances, talking and thinking come to him only because he has spent a great deal of time doing it in his short life. Using his powers for combat, however, is an instinct that runs bone-deep.
Humans had never been able to master the control husks had over hell energy, but he is not a human. He was made for this, whether he likes it or not.