"Well you may be easy but I'm not." He says teasingly as he gets to his feet. "Not that I find anything wrong with people who know what they want. I want food." He reaches out a hand to help Drake to his feet. As soon as the other man touches him, a connection is made. Drake would feel something pull from deep down all the way to his toes. Something older than could be described, and more powerful than could be imagined.<br/><br/>Gabriel's entire body goes limp and his eyes roll back. He crashes to the floor, convulsing. His eyes start to glow and he takes a deep breath in, settling as something overtakes him. The entire space of the apartment feels thick, frozen. When Gabriel speaks, his voice is soft, feminine, and not his own.<br/><br/>"<i>The nephilim are on the rise. 12 are here, the 13th soon created. The third kingdom shall spread over the Earth. When the most loyal know what it is to be mortal, and the sun is set aflame, he will come to be. He will lead the others in creating the new world. The dance has gone on for too long, passions ignite, prayers unanswered, two souls become one. Protect the 13th or all will be lost."<br/>
</i><br/>With that his body sags and the pressure in the room releases. Gabriel is drentched in sweat and completely unconcious. Whatever overtook him seems to have drained him completely.