Gavriel's Pov
Humans have always been greedy creatures.
To him, looking into their souls was like staring into a bottomless pit, one brimming with endless greed, lust, jealousy, envy, and malice. He could feel it all, clinging to them like an unseen stain. Even the ones who had not yet been fully tainted were never truly pure, for sin had already brushed against them in ways they could not even comprehend.
That was precisely why he valued his silence and his solitude.
He wanted nothing more than to stay away from them, yet they gravitated towards him like moths to a flame, drawn in by something they did not understand.
Especially the women, the ones who pleaded for his attention, who offered themselves so easily, asking to be taken however he pleased. And he did… when he was in the mood for sinful distraction.
But there was always something missing… something lacking.
After all, to him, it was merely a physical release, nothing more and nothing less.
