The Prophecy 3: The Ascent

Gabriel:
I'd die every night, if I had the money.

Zophael Jones:
You answer my question, or I'll personally see to it that you spend the next millennium chained to a damp wall, wondering just what that is that's been winding its way up through your bowels for the last 750 years.

Zophael Jones:
Killing you would be so easy.

Gabriel:
Yeah? Fried food can kill me, a mugger can kill me. You're not so special down here, Jones!

Pyriel:
Genocide... it happens now and then.

Gabriel:
You been with a woman, Zophael? It's like dying... you moan, cry out. You get to a spot that has you begging for release. Once, I was an Angel of Death... now, I die every day... when I have the cash.

Gabriel:
In the end, there's still the word. Everywhere. In heaven and its angels, the Earth and stars; even in the darkest part of the human soul. It was there the word burned brightest, and for a moment... I was blinded.

Gabriel:
What's it like? To wake up... as dead meat... with the buzzards circling?

Danyael:
Do I know you?

Gabriel:
I know -you.- From before you were born. Both times.

Maggie:
Do you really believe that?

Joseph:
Look. I've had four gutted hermaphrodites burn to black pitch right under my nose. I've had one cop, my best friend, driven insane by the angels shrieking in his head... before somehow spontaneously combusting in a madhouse he had mistaken for a monastery. A pretty young woman, now dead, knocked up by a stranger who left her three months pregnant in only 48 hours. And just yesterday, a young man, allegedly her son, shot up six ways to sundown, crawled out of a drawer and waltzed out like Lazarus. So yeah. I'm pretty much open to a -buffet- of possibilities.

Mary:
[to Danyael] I dreamed of you. I'm Mary. I know the enemy ghost. Last night, I dreamed the end of one history and the beginning of another. The darkness was met by the coming of a great warrior. I dreamed of you. You look smaller in person.