“Now listen. Sometime it’s the tough love you be needin’. That’s a why yer all tied up like. But I’s got the sight. Yes I does. But I better make it for true, cuz’ there’s trouble a comin’ fer sure. So yer gonna tell me before we go. The sight gave me a name. So, tells me, what’s yer name?” Gabriel wrapped both of his hands around the back of the man’s neck and spoke in a slow, low whisper, louder than any scream.
Gabriel may look like a man of rock when he transforms, but he was human before death. A humble rope maker's apprentice in the 17th century, this enigmatic loner barely learned of love when innocent choices tilted fate's hand and Gabriel landed in the Realm of the Middle Damned.
He's recalcitrant and enigmatic, at the same time cruel and kind. Others have shunned him because of the vagabond's anti-authoritarian ways. However, those seers who can see the future have a way of making themselves heard, whether you want to listen or not. And, Gabriel does have the sight. Most don't last long on their own in the harsh environments of the afterlife. Gabriel thrived. The only real casualty was his sanity, but what use is that anyway, not when you're always one missed step away from falling into the furnace of Hell?