[Gabriel's eyebrows raise a little. He knows what Lucifer means by whole effect. He's not seen it himself, he doesn't much care to. He knows his own brother's true form as it was- beautiful and light- possibly some sort of heavenly equivalent to the body Sexifer has. But he's not seen the twisted mess that lays beneath the vessel. He doesn't want to, he knows he isn't brave enough.

Chloe is a very special woman. Gabriel can see that, but he thinks possibly he doesn't see it like Lucifer does. In fact he's certain he can't, but that's how these things are. Are meant to be.]

I think she's probably seen worse than you, no offense. Besides, she loves you. She doesn't care about that, but she wants to know. She has to, to love all of you.

[Greg knows. Gabriel wasn't always this. He was Loki and Trickster, and a thousand other things besides, all monsters. But he'd accepted that and seen passed it. Gabriel doesn't know how. Greg should have turned on his heel right then and there, but he'd stayed too.

Humans, huh?]

Sex is just the fun, messy stuff that makes your toes curl. The other stuff... it sort of reaches down and makes stars out of your bones. It's like... like...

[It's like his Grace is somehow completed, bright and alive in a way he's never experienced. But it's also very hard to describe, even for The Messanger. He lets himself trail off, and he shrugs. Lucifer probably knows what he means.]

I don't know if your Dad was the same as mine. But mine told me to love them more than Him, and I do. And I love Greg more than all the others. But we were never meant to fall in love with them, we weren't made to be love like they can.

But we've never much cared for what Daddy told us to do, have we?