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Gabriel was silent again for a moment... and then smiled softly at her.

"You don't have to be." he said.

He then readjusted himself so that he was more comfortable on the bed... and so Erica could rest on him if need be. He could tell his presence was doing wonders for her, and he wasn't about to take that away from her.

"Just relax, and let the feeling of sleep take you over." he told her further.

He knew he probably couldn't stay here for as long as he felt he wanted to... he had limited time on the surface... but he would spend all he could here. At least until she was sound asleep.

"....." Gabe was silent once more, before sighing and closing his eyes.

'Uriel. Tell your son to tell his boss that the one with the demonic curse won't be in today from a flare up.' he sent to his brother.

'...will do.' Uriel responded.

Gabe then looked at her, and bit his bottom lip.

"The message will get to him." he told her.

He then sat down at the edge of her bed and looked at her.

"Want me to stay until you fall asleep?" he asked.

Gabe could only look at her for a moment... and he suddenly realised something. He couldn't leave. Not right now.

So he just sighed heavily.

"I'll just contact them and let them know." he told her.

"Or you can." he said.

"Assuming your cell phone still has battery." he went on.

"Where is it?" he asked.

He nodded and carried her up the stairs, the trip as graceful as gliding on water, before they entered her room, and he laid her down on her bed, making sure the sheets and covers were over her.

"All right." he said.

"You rest until you can get your head back on straight." he told her.

"Otherwise you might find yourself in trouble if you try and go down the stairs." he warned.

"I'll tell your boss not to expect you."

"..." he was silent, before sighing quietly.

And the next thing she knew, she was scooped up in his arms. Effortlessly. And she could feel how 'secure' his hold was on her. She could wiggle free if she wanted, but he had a good solid and strong hold. Amazing upper body strength.

And she also felt the warmth that surrounded him permeate her.

"Come on." he told her.

"Bed or couch?" he asked.

"Pick one to crash on." he said. "I'll let the right people know your plans for the day are cancelled." he added.

He shook his head.

"It's fine." he told her.

"Really." he said.

"I'm just glad I could help." he continued, before pausing.

"You should probably lie down and get your head together." he reasoned.

"The heck happened to cause such a flare up?" he asked her.

Gabe paused again, wondering how to answer this.

"I.. well... to be honest, I didn't." he said.

"Which is to say, I had no idea you were in such a bad state." he told her.

"I could feel it emanating from outside." he went on.

"And... I knew I had to do SOMETHING." he reasoned, scratching the back of his head.

"Aside from the obvious disorientation... how are you feeling?" he asked.

"..." Gabe was silent for a moment, as what he'd done came to him, and he realised he had now just shown himself to her.

"...ah..." he stammered.

"Hello..." he responded.

"You... you're probably feeling disoriented, to say the least." he then said.

"Perhaps you need to lie down for a bit." he suggested, standing up and taking a step back.

"You... weren't in a good state." he massively understated.

As soon as Gabe appeared, he was frozen in place for a moment.

"Good gracious!" he exclaimed.

He then decided that the time for subtlety was gone, and he teleported himself directly into Erica's home, right where she was.

He looked at her for naught but a second, before he grabbed her arm by the wrist. And as he did so, the curse retreated. It wasn't absorbed from her, but it retreated back within her arm, hiding.

And it made her feel MUCH better than when Azazel absorbed it.

When Azazel absorbed it, she still felt like the curse was still 'spreading', but wasn't hurting her, but this? She felt like the 'spread' had actually regressed.

Again, he laughed.

"Authority?" he asked.

"Please. There is NO authority that can help you here." he told her.

"However, to show you I am not unreasonable, I shall leave, as hurtful as you're making it out to be." he then said, sounding like his feelings were hurt... but she could tell he was mocking her.

That being said, he DID make his way to the door.

But when he reached it, he suddenly darted his hand out and grabbed the wrist of her cursed arm... which was when she felt it become FAR more powerful and overwhelming than the last time.

"You'll survive this." he said.

"Good luck remembering this encounter, though." he finished cruelly, before stepping out the door and slamming it behind him, leaving her alone with this new nightmare.

He sighed.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." he told her.

"But I figured the direct method was worth a shot." he reasoned.

"Regardless, I can't have you remembering that I asked you to do that, or have any recollection of my saying that." he then said further, a very ominous tone to his voice now.

"So I think I'll need to ramp up your curse to the point where you will actively block out this encounter, as you will associate it with this pain." he grinned.

"But rest assured, you WILL join my crusade... whether you want to or not."

He chuckled darkly when he heard that.

"Our business is done." he said.

"How cute." he said further, more condescendingly.

"Our business is FAR from over." he told her as he approached.

"In fact, if you truly want our business to ever end, then you will help me." he then said.

"In a crusade in Hell."

After a few seconds, they knocked again.

And again.

And again.

And then then pounded on the door. And they continued to pound on the door, almost giving her a headache at that point.

However, just when she couldn't take it any longer, they stopped. Completely and utterly.

Before the demon appeared in her den, right in front of her.

"Rude." he said.

"Should never keep someone at your door waiting." he told her.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes when he saw her, before withdrawing from his peeping position.

"Hmmm." he mumbled.

"This isn't good." he said.

"She's feeling the hopelessness and aloneness that the curse inevitably brings." he commented.

He crossed his arms over his chest and pondered what he could do for her.

Should he reveal himself right now? Was that the right thing to do?

And why did her curse feel slightly... off...?