Through all the times and trials he spent in such a short time, the blonde haired man was exasperated and was expressed so in his color-deceiving, blue eyes as he found the perfect spot. Wearing simple slacks and another white dress shirt just as plain as before, he jammed himself around, placing what was needed.

He did the required for the spell, but he really didn't have any enemies. He just hoped that since he didn't really like the person that it would be enough. If it didn't work, well, Gabriel would have a flipping cow. His long fingers wrung, his body hunched over a little in concentration.

"I bear not malice, but call forth the one who walks with it." Bear not malice? Tch.

He went on to repeating six times, his brow furrowing to an extent of almost worry. Placing a a hand over the flame, Gabriel waited patiently for the god to assume the circle, too flustered on waiting to even brush away the blonde strands that obscured his view and started to tickle his high cheek bones and nose.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...What?" A scratchy deep voice called from inside the circle of candles and blood. The tone was annoyed, as if he had just been woken up from a peaceful slumber by a raving lunatic. The God of War was lying down on his back, wearing loose black pants and an open crimson button down dress shirt, completely open. His tanned chest was shown once again, not very muscular but well toned. He was wearing black biker boots, the buckles polished and shining in the warm light. Seapking of warmth, the temperature had increased several degrees upon his arrival. His jet black hair was in loose half dredlocks with scarlet streaks running through. Long thin fingers held up a magazine in front of his blood eyes, the nails painted black. There was a chain hanging from his right hip on his pants, and several silver rings with skulls on them.

He was reading a dirty magazine. Who would have thought...

As soon as the god of war came, he sneezed.

Later, Gabriel growled, slamming his flat palm onto the ground, causing a bit of dirt to scatter. Pulling up on all fours, he stared pensively at the god. "Where the hell have you been and what the hell did you do to me?" Sure Gabriel should be nicer, but he was just flaming. He thought he deserved to yell a little since things became so screwy.

Sitting back on his haunches after awhile, the mage sighed and sighed with impatience. A third question hit him, "And how do I control this damn temper!?" That'd be nice to keep it in check.

San seemed to truly notice the mage for the first time as the blonde haired man's temper flared. He sat up slowly, still holding on to the nuddy mag, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking rightfully pissed off that he was being roared at.

"Do I know you, little man?" He asked viciously, obviously his own temper beginning to take a twist around the bend as well. It wasn't so certain whether or not he truly did remember Gabriel or if he was just playing.

Gabriel slammed his hands down again, "WHAT. THE. HELL." He was floored beyond belief.

"So you go and steal my virginity, then you change what I can do, and then you FORGET me? I should just leave you in that damn thing!" He swore up and down, glaring at him. Though, somewhere beyond the fire in his eyes, there was actual hurt. Hey, he was a virgin and it was taken away- he'd at least hope that it was remembered there that it -was- taken.

San's temper seemed to die down again as he watched the mage glare back at him. His expression was neutral as he finally began speaking again. "Calm the fuck down, Gabriel," This, of course, was to be obeyed. He was the God of anger as well, and he could just as easilly take it away. He remembered...Of course he did. He simply enjoyed lighting the fuse.

"Have you seen my mark yet?" He asked calmly, now looking through the dirty magazine again. It was as if they were talking over breakfast. He was referring to the symbol he always brands his one night stands with. He smiled as he remembered licking it between the mage's shoulder blades. He probably doesn't know it's there yet.

"What mark?" He glared heavily at him, but managed to keep his silence. His fingers started to bite into the patted-down ground, absolutely steaming. For the anger that was awakened in him, he should have been just a red head rather than the sunny blonde that Gabriel had. "What is it that you did to me?"

The boy was -slowly- crumbling in front of the god, almost like an old building. He was crumbling down to a more quiet and not so happy state, now that he was in front of the one that caused this havoc.

San sighed softly as if dealing with a very stupid child. He threw the magazine behind him and moved closer towards the infuriated blonde. He sat with his legs crossed, directly infront of the mage, his toes almost touching the barrier of candles and blood. "Never mind about the mark. You'll find out soon," He said, waving away the subject dismissively. "About what I did to you..." Here a smile came over his face that simply read 'I win'. An infuriating smirk of total triumph and arrogance. "...Well I put your magical powers in to another part of your mind. In other words, you have to be in a certain mindset to access it."

"I fucking hate you."

That's what came out of him. With arms crossed, he just laid down on the ground, forehead pressed against forearms. "You're really cruel. Just deciding to fuck some person and then screw up with their powers? I've been training, and now I have to start from scratch because I can't do diddley!" Biting the clothy fabric, he spit out a mumuring, "God help me, this is a bloody mess."

"I am fucking helping you" San hissed through gritted teeth before punching at the barrier with a clenched fist. It seemed like the air around his fist shook slightly, the candles also, but the invisible cage held fast. The god stood up with a graceful deadly speed, starting to pace around the entire circumference of the circle.

"You have no idea what I've done for you, you ungrateful rat!" He yelled this loudly, an echo returning his deep hoarse voice. He looked like a hungry lion in a zoo, walking back and forth, just waiting to pounce.

"I was fine on my own before you decided to alter things. How is your way -better-? It isn't, it just doesn't work for me." He threw his fists down and stared at him with clenched fists and believe it or not, slightly shiny eyes. He himself looked more or less like an angry, kinda hurt- not making sense type of person at the moment.

"You're just so selfish! You took something that wasn't YOUR'S!"

Hissing the last bit out, he just said it flatly before laying his head down slightly in a hang. "You who entered must now walk with war freely."

San stopped pacing when the last words were uttered. He lookd like he was almost concerned for the mage who was shattered and frustrated only a few feet away. However it wasn't concern in his eye, so much as heated malice. He took those few feet in what seemed like a heartbeat, knocking over candles in the process. He got blood on his hands as he kneeled down infront of the mage. Blood from the inner circle. His hand circled around the mage's neck, lifting him up as he stood as well. He squeezed tightly, teeth gritted. It seemed cruel that such a handsome face could hold such will for violence.

"Everything is mine..." He said softly, which made him sound more dangerous, "Your eyes are mine, your will is mine, your heart is mine....The only thing that isn't mine, is your fucking life. But I can make it so miserable that Azrael won't want it in the end." With that he let go, pushing the mage away slightly.

Well, who said mortals were bright? He spit at him. "This is your fucking fault for ruining everything? Who died and made you a fucking god to screw every little aspect? If I was in the field of something else, why did you just take me from it? You're an idiot!"

He went back down to the ground, sitting and glaring at his feet, frustrated. "Couldn't you have seen it fit to let me -be-?" The unanswered questions were being blasted out without care to what might happen to him.

Not the right thing to say.

It's one thing to anger the God of Death, as Azrael is, generally speaking, quite calm and collected.

It is quite another to spit in the face of pure War and Violence.

As the mage sat down San watched him quietly for a moment. Expression neutral, his eyes looking stranger than usual, because the black of the pupils seemed to be tightening in to a smaller circle darkness. He wasn't blinking. In a quick flash he kneed the mage in the face. It wasn't with a 'Godly' amount of force. It might result in a broken nose, maybe just a bleeding one, but he wasn't about to kill off the one person he wanted to hurt the most at the moment. That wouldn't be as much fun. The spit that had been on his face was already gone, but there was such potential to hurt in his eyes that he needn't say a word.

It wasn't a broken nose, thankfully, but nearly there. It'd be bruised and blood did start to leak. He rose a hand ro cover it, trying to contain the blood, head still hung. He'd rather keep it down than to show a bloody nose off like a prize or somethign of that nature.

"And so you see why I resent you." Perhaps Gabriel didn't hate him as he said, but he was sure as heck mad at him. "You're a fucking monster." Well, to him at the current moment. "You don't give a damn about anything. Especially on considering about innocence."

San slowly kneeled infront of Gabriel, his anger seemed to still be there, but it also looked like it was dying down, judging by the expression of his unnatural eyes. Slowly he reached a hand out, placing it gently on the side of Gabriel's head. He put his forehead to the mage's looking him in the eye.

"Innocence is a part of war. I appreciate it. I know it. I love it. I take it," He spoke gently, a friend to another, it seemed. He pushed Gabriel's hand away from his nose and kissed the mage on the lips with such sincere softness that it seemed like he couldn't hurt even the smallest of creatures. He purposefully tasted some of the man's blood, wiping some of it off with the tip of his finger as he pulled back from the kiss. He licked his fingertip as he watched the young man. "I am War. But there are places and things that are without it. Without peace and innocence, I am not here. Do you understand?"

He pushed him away from his face and he turned it away again. "So you just love to take it and la de dah." Gabriel growled unhappily, looking down at his bloody hands. "Well, you just have fun on what ever the fuck you do and don't kiss me." Well, since this blonde was absolutely concerned that the kiss was a total fake.

"Anyways, what the fuck -can- I do because I just bloody wall can't do what I used to." Which annoyed him to no end. With a mumble he did go 'bloody bastard'. With more annoyance, he scooted back down and away from the god to keep his touch away.

The God smiled at Gabriel's annoyance. He sat down more comfortably, his long legs out infront of him, leaning back on the palms of his hands and facing the mage. "You're right. You can't do what you used to. But you can do more..." The God's eyes roamed over the mage freely. The fact that the young man was rejecting his touches made him want him more. He moved a little closer, tilting his head to the side, his eyes holding thoughts that were slightly different from before...

"Want to make a deal?" Shake hands with the devil, he's so very pleased to meet you.

Gabriel scooted back to re-instate that he wanted this space between him. "What's the deal?" That had him hooked, but ugh, he didn't want to be close to a person that just tried to snap his nose like a twig, nor did he want to be caught up in touches. That's how he lost his virgnity after all.

San didn't move closer. Yet.

"I'll take away that temper of yours...And you keep what power I gave you," It didn't sound like he was going to negotiate. It was a slightly more complicated feat to accomplish, but San was always up for challenges. Besides, he always came out on top. He was like a little puppy dog now, just wanting to be taken home. He crawled a little closer, the usual heat from his body eminating. He drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin down on his kneecaps, his arms wrapped around his legs.

"Want to play?"

Gabriel pulled his knees up and folded his arms on it. From that, he then placed his face behind his arms, hiding the bloody nose to leave his eyes stare out like a white boundary. "I don't want to play." And so he scooted back some. "But I want you to remove the temper now. I hate it." He hissed and seethed under the frustration of having such a binding thing to him.

San smiled slowly before leaning over towards the mage, reaching out with his left hand. His hand met the mage's and instead of stopping, as it should have, it kept going. San sat up slightly and moved closer, allowing his hand to reach further, in to Gabriel's chest. His smile grew as he saw that web again, that web of mortal and magic power. He almost wanted to lap it all up like a hungry wolf. He adjusted, tweaked, and let most of the mage's original state return before removing his hand slowly, carrying in it a small flame. Like the candle flames surrounding them it danced. Only it wasn't a flame at all, upon closer inspection it was too transparent and too lively. Slowly he closed his hand on the flame, and it was extinguished. Or so it seemed.

His brows furrowed. "What did you do?"

He was a supicious fellow, pensively staring at the hand. Scooting back, Gabriel was keeping their distance. Ah, crap. He forgot. "What did you want in return?" He had forgot to ask his conditions. If he probably would have heard him, he might have rejected. Ugh! That's what anger does~! It clouds your mind so you forget things! Dammit.

"Just for you to keep the other gifts I've given you. Appreciate them. They could probably save you." He said the last line a bit oddly, as if he knew something was coming. He was tired now, of chasing after the mortal, and he felt a bit angry that he was being so easilly rejected. It has not happened to him since...Well, since 1308 october 5th. Pretty handmaiden with too much Jesus in her heart. San layed down slowly, placing his hand behind his head and looking upwards.

Suddenly the dirty magazine was back, and in a moment he was looking through it again.

Gabriel growled and snatched the magazine from his hands, throwing his arms in a criss cross around it. Well, he was surprised he was staying there.

Gabriel was tired, and well, he was a pillow so he moved down to the possibly lowest place he could go and used his ankles as a pillow. Closing his eyes, he curled upa round, snorting- but careful not to bring up the slowly-drying blood. "If you had broken my nose, I would be condeming you for the rest of my life in my mind."

Crosses over after Tao's post to here.))

San sat up as the magazine was snatched, and watched as Gabriel curled up and snorted. The God stood up, watching the mortal with the magazine. He smiled with his impeccably white teeth and nodded slowly at the mage's last comment.

"That would just make me love you more," He said gently. The meaning of love was probably different to San, but the intent was the same. Hm. Maybe not. He leaned down and placed a warm hand on the mage's shoulder, and for a moment it felt like they were walking through steam and hot air.

San was now standing in the mage's apartment, in his bedroom. "Nice digs."