‘The rebellion is broken.’  He repeated in his mind, the words echoing.  If this was the case why was anger surging through him?  “Not completely.”  He growled lowly, unsure and uncaring if anyone heard.<br/><br/>The werewolf had obeyed Aryel without question, there was hesitation but it was only due to the hatred between races, it seemed the hatred between lycanthropes and vampires knew no bounds.  Still yet he obeyed, “Fractured, but not broken.”  He growled again.<br/><br/>The muttering drew his attention from his own thoughts, whispers of disbelief, making his words ring true.  “Is this what all of you believe?  I am just some really old vampire with magic?”  He roared angrily.<br/><br/>He slowly spun, his anger displayed on his face.  His aura came back, placing that subtle whisper to let chaos reign in the back of everyone’s mind.  “Fine, you want a true display of my power?  You want proof I’m a god?”<br/><br/>With his words the cross holding Gabiriel lowered, the Abyssal Prison dropping from around him releasing him from its torture.  The one around Aryel would increase in power when this happened.  Dradiro stepped over, grabbing a hand full of those golden locks on the angel’s head and ripped him from the cross and throwing him down to the ground. “Put the mutt in his place.”  He commanded his troops.<br/><br/>He paid no mind to the struggle that ensued, knowing the lycanthrope wouldn’t go up easily.  His attention was on the panting angel, Aryel didn’t break as easily he should have seen that coming.  Gabiriel was a true angel, one of the light, such an attack from the purest of Darkness was bound to break him.  Aryel however was born of Darkness and Light, his Abyssal Prison would take some time to break her.<br/><br/>He walked behind Gabiriel, “No matter how old a kindred is, they can’t do this.”  Dradiro said with a snarl.<br/><br/>His foot slammed into the middle of the angel’s back forcing him to his stomach.  Dradiro reached down grasping hold of Gabiriel’s wings, “Only a God can!”  When he yelled he pulled back on the wings, a shrill cry of pain echoed through the city.  Within moments Dradiro had ripped Gabiriel’s wings free from his back, tossing them at the base of Aryel’s cross.<br/>He looked up to Aryel with a cold look, “Undermind me again, I’ll clip your wings too.”