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Rage, there was a deep seated rage that was building up inside him. He was angry and upset, and not to mention broken. He was alone. As it should always be, the child of Pluto was alone. This was what confirmed that he, Gabriel Caulder, was destined to remain alone for the rest of his life. No one truly cared about him. They all lied. Well at least the ones that he felt were the closest to him. He was lost. He was the spawn of Pluto, the god of the underworld. His sister left him, his girlfriend cheated on him with Jupiter. Of all people it had to be that manwhore. Gabriel knew he couldn't stand a chance when competing with a god. They were perfection. He was mortal, weak. He never should have let himself dream that he stood a chance with someone... someone like her. Gabriel knew that if he even bothered to look at her face right now, well things might not turn out so well for him. Or her. He curled his fist and punched a locker. He was in the baths right now. He should have known better than to leave himself alone with his thoughts. Oh he could bet Lady Discordia was having a field day right now with his own strife. The dented locker was only betrayed by his bruised and bloody hand from where the metal had cut into it. No he didn't care that his aching hand was stinging and dropping blood on the floor. He wanted to be anywhere but here. Angrily, Gabriel charged into the shadow, his hair still wet and his clothes slightly damp from where he put them on before he was finished drying. He didn't know where he was going to go. He didn't really care. Somewhere other than here. Anywhere but here.

Suddenly, there was cold. It was blinding cold and the snow sleeted down. Gabriel couldn't see anything. His body started to shudder, shivering, trying to keep warm. The winds howled as he tried to take a step. The wind easily knocked him over as if he had been made of paper. He only wished that he wouldn't go flying off of the side of the mountain where he appeared. He deserved to die like this. After the way he condemned Edmund, his karma deserved this. There was so much more that Gabriel should have done. He should have been a better man, someone stronger for Amelia. If he had been stronger and more in control of his emotions, she might not have run into Jupiter's open arms. He should have been more forward, more of a man. Another step and Gabriel's legs shook. Another gust of wind and he fell to his knees. “I deserve this....” he whispered. His body was shivering, his teeth chattering and he was shaking so hard that his muscles hurt. He ruined his mothers life, he was just another play thing for a child of venus. He didn't deserve any of this. He wasn't a roman. He wasn't a man. He was simply a mouse. A very vengeful mouse. Oh how he longed to stick his sword through Jupiter's throat. If only he could do to Jupiter what he did to Lord Prometheus. It was a sad day that Gabriel had more respect for the titan then the king of the gods. He knelt there in the snow, shivering. Angrily, Gabriel slammed his fist into the ground, causing an eruption of black hellfire to erupt from a fissure that snaked its way a couple of feet from where his hands hit the ground. He threw his head back and gave an angry howl. His body shivered as he rolled over, trying to shroud himself in a cocoon of shadows as his clothes froze to his own body. He fell through another shadow.

Gabriel looked up, barely breathing. Where ever he was, it was dark. The air was much warmer than where ever it was he had just been. He gasped for air, trying to quell the ringing in his ears. He could see them. All of them. Their eyes, borring into him as if he was a piece of cheese to be feasted upon. Their faces were gaunt, contorted in ways that just made the desperation and depression grow in his own heart. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to the ground. He was still shivering from the blinding cold and driving snow. His lungs stung hard, the warm air replacing the frigid cold that was already in his lungs. The ringing, that incescent ringing, he just couldn't get rid of the sound in his ears. He broke down, crying and sobbing. A Child. She was having a child. The thought just sat sourly in his own mind. It wasn't his child, it belonged to that... that.... monster. But he couldn't condemn an innocent child just because of poor choices. But it would be such a reminder of how she.... how he wasn't good enough for her. He wasn't good enough for anyone. He was simply a disappointment, Gabriel knew that his position in the first chohort was purely coincidental. He hadn't deserved it. He deserved to be less than first cohort. He deserved to die. It was a simple seed of desperation that had been planted in his mind. He looked at the sword that was strapped to his side that he had Ronan create for him before the war. His hand was shaking as he drew his sword, the gladius felt heavy in his own hand. He looked at his own reflection in the blade. This was pathetic. He threw the sword down, stabbing it into the ground. He could hear Charlie and Chris chiding him in the back of his mind as he should be taking better care of the blade that stood there. He held his own achy and bloody hand, his working fingers had a slight blue tinge to it. He curled up to the tree nearest to him. “Please father....” he prayed silently as he leaned his head against the wood. “please...” he whispered.

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Tag: @gabriel Words: 533 Notes: some family bonding moment XD

Kyle Lucian O´Brian It had been a great day, early training with the cohort, Tessa was still using the wheel chair that Lilith forced her to use, but it was ok, her injuries hadn't been something easy to patch up and she was still healing. But she couldn't stay in bed so the chair was a great idea. She was able to tell them what to do how to train, she was a good centurion. Nova was present too, cute little girl, pity they hadn't been able to fix her back. Then after that long training, Kyle went to the baths, he needed some nice, hot long bath. He went to his locker and left his things there, then he walked to the bath and relaxed there. He let the water relaxed his muscles, then he got up and walked to the lockers again, he dressed up and when he was about to leave to his work at the infirmary, he heard a hard hit with noise. He frowned and peeked around the corner, there he saw a tall man standing there.  He could recognize the man, well at least from the war, yes... his name was... Caulder, he were sometime in the infirmary, arrows in his body, yes he could remember that. but why was he so upset? what happened to made him feel like that. I mean... to feel rage was something purely roman, right? but like that? Suddenly he ran into a shadow and dissapeared. Then he remembered that he was the son of Pluto... his uncle. He remembered Felicity, he had talked to her few times, but she had been... nice at some points of the conversation. He didn't know her that well, still he really felt moved and upset by her death, Gabriel was her brother, so maybe it was worst for him. So he sighed and looked at the shadow and for some reason he followed him, he needed help... he knew how it was to deal with anger and pain after losing someone beloved. Now if you think that to follow someone in a shadow was easy, well you should put your head under water and try to survive 10 minutes, it was more difficult than that. He had to get into the shadow, manage to be in there, not to get lost himself in there, then find Gabriel's trace in the shadow and follow it till the place where he got out. the first breeze that got Kyle was freezing. "What the... you couldn't find any other place Caulder..." he said almost to himself because he didn't see Gabriel at first. then suddenly he saw a body in the distance or maybe only some clothes? Kyle ran to get him, but it was to late, Kyle only saw the last piece of cloth dissapearing into the snow, or better said a shadow there.  He followed him again and looked for the trace, when he found it, he found Gabriel was in a... forest? He was on the ground like a baby. "Gabriel Caulder?" he asked his name, always in first aid, you had to ask three escential questions, the name was the first one and important. Life and death and everything between

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It would probably be something better to get done sooner than later. Talking to that Gabriel boy about Amelia and the child. He spoke with Chris, but that didn't go over so great. Jupiter had this way with words, somehow he managed to piss everyone off. He didn't always mean to, sometimes he did, but he was not the god of eloquent speech. Mercury and Apollo must have gotten it from their mothers. Generally the fathers taking care of his children hated to have him around, he did over shadow them with his awesomeness after all. No woman could resist. He hoped this wouldn't be like that. Amelia was more than just the woman who carried his child, she had become someone he could trust. That boy must at least know that about her, that you could let her know your doubts and fears without her judgment. Without that thought You're king of the gods, you can't be upset over that or perhaps in his case You're in first cohort, you're supposed to be an unfeeling hard....

Jupiter stared down at the pathetic sight. He had little respect for his brothers offspring to begin with, and this was supposed to be the person taking care of Amelia? How was he supposed to do that here curled in a ball? Sobbing like a child. “Caulder.” not to mention the place he had decided to come, the sword drawn from it's sheath unceremoniously stuck in the ground. Was he trying to insult everything being a Roman was? He hadn't heard the boys pleading to his father, and that was for the best. I would have been another strike against him, a rapidly increasing list of them. There was a bit of the fact the boy had thought he lost his sister, that idiot girl. He had no love for Mars, but that offspring of his was sometimes good. Charlie was beautiful to say the least, Remus was a good strong Roman. His brothers children though, Felicity was crazy and selfish while Gabriel was proving to be weak and selfish like his sister.

It wasn't perfect, Jupiter would have rather spoken with Gabriel alone but here was one of the medics. Shadow traveling weirdo's. Jupiter just didn't like the shadows in general. He wasn't scared of it, that'd be ridiculous, but he understood what hid in the shadows. You'd have to be a much bigger idiot that him to think there wasn't anything to fear in the shadows. A swift dagger might not kill him, but he'd had to lay up in bed for a week or two because of it before.

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Gabriel heard his name being called. The first time on the summit of the mountain where he was freezing his ass off. The second time, twice, in the forest. The ghosts weren't calling his name. His breath was shaky as he couldn't feel his left hand, bloodied and bruised from the altercation with the locker door earlier. He looked up, first to see Kyle O'brian. The medic from second cohort. Gabriel thought that it was him that saved him on the battlefield. He knew he was a legacy of Pluto, but past that, Gabriel didn't know much else of the boy. Just that he owed a life debt to the man. His good arm, his sword arm, was slightly blue from where he had spent that time in the snow. “What do you want? Can't you see I'm having a crisis and mental break down!” He barked at the legacy. Well it was a shame. He should have been acting better than that. He could see his mother whipping his ass in a circle with a dictionary because he was being disrespectful to someone. Especially someone who didn't deserve it. “Sorry mate.” Gabriel apologized to Kyle as he took his handkerchief out of his back pocket and drying his eyes. It certainly wasn't his finest moment. “My mother would have killed me, it's not befitting of a roman to be so.... stupid.”

Then Gabriel turned to see his name spoken once more. He clenched his fist and his jaw. That pretentious jerk had some nerve showing up in front of him. Watching his lowest moment ever like it was some sort of television commercial. “You sick whore of a bastard.” Gabriel snatched the sword from the ground with a bit of a wince. He wasn't about to let a bit of frost bite and a broken fist stop him. His face was contorted in rage as he arched his sword in a clumsy, yet vicious slash that arched across it's intended target of Jupiter's chest. Gabriel stumbled, his legs still trying to regain the feeling from the icy cold wind that had cut through him previously. Gabriel wouldn't have been surprised if the winds had tried to freeze the very blood in his veins. He didn't care if he was still supposed to be taking it easy, or if he was still under recovery. He pulled his long hunting knife from his hip, following up with a slash at the gods midsection. Gabriel didn't care if this was about to earn him a one way trip to tartrus. He didn't care if he ended up as a greasy smear on the floor. He didn't care if the bastard was an immortal, Gabriel would happily hack and slash his sleezy ass till the day he died. His arm shook as he took another swing at Jupiter. “Come on you crusty wee bastard!”

A flash of pain made Gabriel staggered. He had stepped to hard on his bad side. He wasn't about to let a little pain get in the way. But he continued his assult on the king of the gods. “you don't deserve her! You throw them all away like a spoilt twat wanting some new toy! Bloody hell you prick, what did you get tired of her already and toss her in the rubbish bin?” He growled as a fissure erupted from his feet, spewing black hellfire as the ghosts around him reacted to his power. Gabriel wasn't controling it, it was pure and raw power that eminated from him. It wouldn't do much against the king of gods, but he didn't care. His rage and anger fueled him. “You treat women like rubbish, your own wife isn't even good enough for you, you have to take a fancy to mortals. You're a petty, vain son of a bitch! You're a self made prick who worships his own creator!” The hellfire flared, it's black flames arching high into the sky, though it was covered by trees. The spirits near him howled with pain and terror, their faces twisted in a tormented grimace. Shadows flared and rippled. Though Gabriel half expected his own father to reach through and jerk him to the underworld for attacking his uncle. He got such a raw ear from that lecture of following his running after a hell hound. A small part of him half hoped that Kyle had enough sense to either hold him back or to get out of the way.

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Kyle Lucian O´Brian When Kyle called Gabriel, he looked at him, there against the trunk of a tree, at least that place wasn't cold, but he could see some damage from the cold weather from before, how long he stood in there, or maybe the question is how long did he spend in the shadows before being able to find him in the volcano? Kyle push aside those thoughts and questions, he needed to check if Gabriel was fine, he saw some drops of blood in the snow and he was sure they weren't of a Yeti. He looked at Gabriel again and it was like looking a small child crying out loud for a beloved one that had gone. Maybe that was how Gabriel felt, how did he know?  Well, in fact he knew how he felt, robin had just died... couple of days before war... the stupid guy went to see if he could change the mind of the traitors on the other side, Kyle told him what was going to happen... But Robin never listened, he only did what he thought it was correct, please don't misunderstand Kyle, headmired his best friend more than any other person in Camp, but he would have never be so good at others. In his memory, he didn't kill a human being in the past war, but he for sure left them all in the infirmary. Robin was the closest thing he ever had to a brother.  Ok, so he didn't exactly know how Gabriel felt, but... it was something really close. When Gabriel snapped at him, Kyle didn't even reacted, not in a bad way, not in a good way, he just stood there. He was used to patients that yelled and cursed and insulted the medic, due pain, embarrasment or remorse, So when Gabriel did it, he didn't take it personal. "Yeah... I can see that..." He said and half smiled at him. He smiled a bit more when he apologized. "I'm sure she is a fine lady, but no need of apologies, I understand..." his words were cut by other voice, he looked at the source and then opened widely his eyes. Why was the god of gods there and talking to Gabriel? And before he could say anything, Gabriel got up and started attacking the God.  Kyle breathed deeply and thought for a moment to leave, but then he looked at Gabriel, he was his relative, younger than he was, he was responsible for him... so well... he had done stupid things in his life, so why wouldn't he risk the neck for family? That is what his mother would have wanted... right? His mother was Gabriel's sister even when they never met. Then he started listening to his words, then he looked at Jupiter and tilted his head, so that was the problem there... Jupiter had seduced Gabriel's woman... well he would only manage to get killed, so he better calm his uncle down. "Enough Gabriel! Enough!" he said and grabbed Gabriel from behind and used some shadows to help him stand his ground. "She's still alive Gabriel!! No matter what the god had done to her... she's still alive!!" He knew Gabriel would be able to manipulate them too, but he hoped deep inside him, there were still a bit of wisdom. Life and death and everything between

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That didn't go quite as Jupiter had planned, not that he particularly had a plan in the first place. Getting a sword slashed in his general direction, sloppy as a new born at that. Was this kid really in first cohort? He'd have to have a talk with his son about their training, and discipline. Jupiter did notice the bit of flinching, the blood. He was a military leader, he spotted weak points like an eagle spotted a mouse. To him it was something easy enough to avoid the boys advances, his blades slashing in anger and rage. While only a moment ago he was wailing. A child in the wooded forest. The words from his mouth didn't sting him in the slightest, it was nothing he hadn't heard before. Mars came up with such colorful insults anyone elses paled in comparison.

Gabriel taunted him, killing the boy was not on his list of things to do today. In fact he needed him alive to have a conversation with him, not something he could say about his brother or this boys sister. They could kill you first, and ask questions later. A trait passed down in that side of the family. Anger, hate, and god awful grudges that lasted more than a life time. The pain he saw shoot through the boy didn't affect him. Offering help would only be an insult anyway, and Jupiter was in a particular mood to be on the good side of this particular demigod. His face emotionless for perhaps the first time either of them knew, or near anyone in the world knew. It was always the cocky self sure face he held onto, sometimes put on as a show. Most times he really was just a egotistical idiot though.

Anger flashed in his eyes a moment. Throw Amelia away? As if anyone could do that. Even this man child should know that much, he stayed with her though she was pregnant with Jupiter's child. His gaze turned to the older man holding the boy back. He wasn't sure of his name, but he addressed him. “What happens today stays here. Take the weapons from him, he can strike me with his fists.” He wouldn't say he particularly deserved it, because he hardly felt he did. Though he knew sometimes to get someone to calm down they needed a physical outlet. If the boy was fine with bloodying his own fists, one of which already looked pretty bloody, then fine. He loved his brother (don't tell anyone he'll deny it until death) and did his best to not harm his children. Normally a demigod attacking him would quickly turn into a black greasy smear on the ground, but not at this moment. Amelia loved him. That thought still irked him at times, especially with how he was acting, but she did. She had enough problems now, and that Felicity was just as vengeful, and more crazy than her brother.

Alive. Maybe this medic was one of the ones to loose a partner in the last war. He didn't quite keep up with it, but the idea made him hold close those he loved. So many times after the last war he wanted to go to his son. To take him on some kind of father son day, but that was before he had lightened the rules on interactions. Perhaps now he could do it. Yeah, that'd be his next thing to do. After this. “Leave the fire and the swords boy, say all you have to say to me and hit me where you want. But I need a calm word with you when you're done.” At this moment Jupiter wished he wore a sports cup.

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Gabriel was furious. His eyes flashed with pure hatred of Jupiter as he was held back. He wanted nothing more than to slice this god up and send him to the deepest pits of tartrus. Maybe a thousand or so years stuck with Saturn would give Jupiter some much needed time in the pits of hell. He knew from his friend Chris what sort of problems Amelia would face. What sort of pain that her child would have. Having to run, living in fear of Juno, a wrathful woman who would stop at nothing to get rid of the child or Amelia. Against the world, Gabriel could protect them. Against this bastards angry wife, well that was a different story. He had heard that girl, Cadence, talk about what Juno had done to her, to her family. Gabriel would hate Jupiter, he would always hate Jupiter. Maybe that stemmed from his father's dislike of the immortal. Gabriel could only guess, but right now, his deepest wish and desire was to tear this jerk limb from limb. If only immortals could die. He would never forgive him. At this point, he hated the gods. All of them. Maybe his sister had been right. Yes she was mad like a hatter, but still. Maybe there was something to it. Maybe all of the gods were just that, petty bratty little teenagers that thought nothing of others. All they wanted was sacrifice and worship and their way with any mortal walking around on two legs.

Gabriel was a bit grateful that Kyle held him back with the shadows. Though with the force that was being used while Gabriel was running and the sudden wrapping of the shadows around his appendages was enough to make him stop short, tripping and falling to the ground. Pain shot through his knee, he must have landed on a rock or something. Not that it would stop him. Later on, he'd have to go thank Charlie and Chris. The massive training schedules and the forty-eight hour drills were grueling and they didn't stop for anything short of loss of limb, which Gabriel had seen before, a bruised knee, a bloody fist, frost bite, all of that was nothing he hadn't dealt with before. HE would keep fighting till the last breath left his body and he physically couldn't move any more.

Gabriel didn't care if he didn't need a weapon to fight Jupiter with. A fist was just as good as anything else. Gabriel sheathed his sword and then tossed it to Kyle to catch. He pulled himself free from the shadows as he stood up, eying Jupiter with a look of venom, a look that could curdle milk. His upper lip curled into a sneer as he watched the king of gods. Gabriel sprinted forward and went to unleash a flurry of blows on Jupiter. He didn't care if any of the first punches connected but he would be damned if he didn't put a real hurting on this jerk. Thank gods Charlie insisted on that day of weighted unarmed training. Oh he hated all of the stuff that came with being in first cohort. But now he was grateful. Oh by hell incarnate was he grateful. Gabriel spun on his feet, again punching at Jupiters torso, his sides, his hips, an upper cut. Something will land.

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Kyle was not only confused but scared almost to death, not for himself, but for that who was his uncle. Weird the relations that existed between demigods, but the fact was that Gabriel was his uncle, even when kyle was several years older than the other guy. he was scared for the son of Pluto because of the way he was reacting at Jupiter. no matter the god of gods was a jerk, he still was the father of the gods, the one and only king in Olympus and not even the other big ones dared to challenge him in the ways that Gabriel was challenging the god in that moment.

Jupiter looked at him while he was holding Gabriel back. The lord of the thunder told him to let Gabriel go, that no matter what he did that day in that moment, it wouldn't be more than that, it wouldn't escalate to other kid of problems. He remember a saying... what's done in Vegas, stay in Vegas... well he knew about it and he only hoped Jupiter would keep his word on that, so he loosen the fasten up on Gabriel and let his uncle move free again. Then he looked at Jupiter as Gabriel tossed his sword at him. "Thank you Lord... no matter what he does or says... just remember he is in pain."

he tried to be not partial there, he wanted to be the same with Gabriel or Jupiter, but he simply could, gabriel was family... Jupiter was just... the king. "Gabriel, remember that you also need to think on Amelia... what is best for her, so... also try to listen to Jupiter." In the past the 'prima nocte' was something common in the north lands of britain... in Kyle's mind that situation was like that, it had been the king, amazed by the beauty of the girl, demanding his right to the 'prima nocte' and stealing that right from the rightful groom. and if the king of the gods could read his mind, he didn't care, it was what his heart felt and he wasn't going to hide from his thoughts.

He stood up and walked back to a place where he could see but didn't get in the way of his uncle, Gabriel was going to need some space to do all what he wanted to do to the guy who stole in many ways the love of the woman that gave Gabriel a reason to keep breathing. He looked how Gabriel jumped and moved and hit and continued blowing punches and fists up and down. but... would any of that would help him ease the pain?

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"I meant that as a threat young man. You don't tell anyone what's happening here." If Gabriel wanted to tell anything, he supposed he wouldn't differ from the boy, but he had hoped this kind of thing could be dealt with without bringing other people into it. Without letting other people know exactly what was happening here, and certainly not what he was willing to go through for his children. He had a certain appearance to uphold after all. Which didn't exactly include father of the year awards. Not to mention the fact his children would have more than just Juno to deal with if people started to know he cared so much about his sweet babies. Loving your children more than anything else seemed like a very normal thing, but royalty and simply being a god made those things difficult. So did having children with several different women, though he found little wrong with that.

Whomever this man was, he could appreciate him a bit. Trying to be a kind of mediator. Perhaps he would be a great help, perhaps a hindrance. He hoped it would be the first choice, that would be better for this mortal as well. Though he seemed to doubt Jupiter's kindness, which he felt he was being very lenient. Gabriel wasn't disabled, he didn't have pain signals sent through his body in electric waves though the nervous system. Not a pile of ash and smoke. "Let him have his moment of fury. We'll talk later."

No man could give you a look the way a woman scorned could, and Jupiter feared nothing. Save perhaps the anger of his wife, because her anger was not normally directed at him. He feared her wrath solely because she aimed it at his children and the women he bore them with. Perhaps Pluto's boy had a rather sinister look on his face, but comparatively it meant nothing to the immortal. The boy ran full tilt towards him, and Jupiter's initial reaction was to throw lightning at him, or to throw him to the side and stomp on his knee to make him buckle. He chose not to, with every bit of his being he chose to not fight back. He almost blocked the first punch, bit clenched his fist and allowed it to strike his abdomen. Contrary to what they preferred to have people believe, mortals could hurt them. The next punch connected with a pressure point on his torso. It hurt, and Jupiter smirked. First cohort, trained by his boy. Of course this child wouldn't be half bad at fighting. The boy spun, his knuckles digging into Jupiter’s side, where ones kidneys might be. A grunt escaped him, that would hurt tomorrow as well. He didn't fall, didn't flinch to a single punch. Then an uppercut to his chin pinched cheek between his teeth, and sent him stumbling backward.

Ichor began to leak from where he bit, and he wiped it on his sleeve. The gold liquid which was like blood for Immortals. "Well done." he said adjusting his jaw a bit. It felt like that punch might have cracked a tooth, or dislocated his jaw a bit. It throbbed a little bit. He knew several places on him that would start bruising too, the jokes Mars would make about him loosing to a mortal. "Ready for round two then?" Of course there was a smile on Jupiter's face, acting as if the punches didn't phase him. Acting high and mighty. He was ready to take whatever Gabriel had to throw at him, at least for now. Let him get his anger out, and hopefully be able to go back to Amelia with a clear head, and heart. If Amelia was going to love this fool, he better be at his best instead of his worse.