Well, that was supremely unhelpful and undescriptive, and didn't help Gabriel relax in the least. "Thought I knew you from somewhere," he said lightly, finally meeting the other man's eyes after eyeing off that weird oily tenor.

That was a mistake. He saw flashes of images. Red, Black, a skull. And he saw garbage, saw rivers filled with it, fields choked by weeds and plastic.

"'I looked and there before me was a white horse. Its rider held a bow and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror'," Gabriel murmured, his skin prickling as he stared at the man--at Pestilence. And then he smiled falsely. "Well, shit."