Gabriel bit his lip, running a hand through his hair. "We were peaceful once. Peaceful, and calm, and full of love. But Lucifer... he had his reasons for rebelling, but it changed things forever. A third of the Host Fell with him, and we - Heaven and Hell - have been bitter enemies since. Most angels and demons would kill each other on sight. I prefer not to, but not all of them share my views. Perhaps there is still some good left in Lucifer, but he does glory in evil. You have an interesting perspective, however."

He laughed at that. "I know what you mean. I was in Heaven for about a century and when I returned here... well, I'd followed major developments like wars and leaps in medicine, of course, but everyday life itself has changed drastically in a short time." He looked down at his own gun for a moment. "No, I don't. I have nothing against learning, though. These only fire paint, right?"