Red = Gabriel     Black = Guards

 
::In the meanwhile, deep within the sanctum of his own safe being, guarded by the arms of the Gods, Hades and Ares, Gabriel would construct the ultimate tool to his worlds untideing demise.  A creation so demonic, it would parallel even the tear itself.  If Gabriel could not have the tear, or his daughter, then he would be forced to destroy everything in her life to obtain that which seemed unattainable.  He would force her to follow under him, or devastate everything she and those ingenuous gods cared for.  There was an old saying “Destroy a mans mind, and he will falter.  Destroy a mans heart, and he will fall”::

 

::The soft laughter from Gabriel would continue to billow from the chambers of his sanctuary as the last piece of the puzzle was soon synthesized into its product.::

 

Finally!  It is completed!  This told once given to us by the gods themselves will be that which destroys everything they know and love.  ::Held deep within his palm, the black crystal box, each piece torn apart but now reforged for his well being.::

 

Sire… Are you sure this is safe?  Perhaps we should not trifle with…

 

::The Creature was interrupted with Gabriel, flying to him at speeds un-godlike.  Slender fingers would hug the creatures throat, picking him form the ground.::  Fool!  This is what you were created for.  With the power of this I shall rule over all evil on earth, even the evils held deep within men… and my daughter.

 

But sir… we can’t simply rely on something as powerful as

 

::Again he was interrupted::  Perhaps you question your loyalty?  Or shall I question your pride…  Then you shall be the first to test…

 

No… please M’Lord…

 

::Again with the smoked chuckle he would open the box, engulfing the creature in a black mist.  The sounds of terror filling the room as the creatures screams echoed louder then had ever caressed Gabriel’s ears.  The pleasure would lick down Gabriel’s spine as he stood upright holding open the box and laughing aloud.  Forming all around him, were dark spires and the mist turning into creatures the size of skyscrapers, each unique in there own way.  They would fight and scuff with each other, blood spilling the floor.  The skies would turn dark and again more troops forming upon the ground.  The black liquid would begin to engulf the floor, running throughout Gabriel’s fortress.  As it reached the guards and elites the liquid would swallow them, there bodies coming forth mutated, changed.  Larger stronger, red armor clad upon there demonic flesh, each waiting for the order to kill.  Finally, Gabriel had obtained the army to fight the angels, the army to take over the word and the army to Destroy the powers of his daughter.  Gods be with her, to stop this soon to be devastation.::

FINALLY!  TASTE THE POWER!  OF PANDORA’S BOX!