“Well, there are a few Republicans I had in mind… the sticks up their asses had them disrespecting rape survivors/victims. I was thinking of having redwoods sprout from their rears like vestigial tails. Would you want to set them on fire?” He grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling.
Summer laughed. “I actually think that might be too good for them.” Her face went hard, eyes flaring. “They should have to know what it feels like.”
“Sounds like the issue hits too close to home for both of us… are you suggesting I conjure up hallucinations for them, or..?” He looked her dead in the eyes, both concerned and curious. The leviathans’ treatment of Gabriel could have been described as gang rape at best. People who acted like such things were forgivable deserved whatever they got.
“I’m thankful none of those are /my/ emotions,” Summer said quietly. “The problem is, I’m not even sure what would change these peoples’ minds. Maybe a period where they have to experience the thing they want to forgive would help, or just … ” She shrugged again. “If nothing else, they should feel humiliated.”
The archangel went into deep thought, then suddenly a devilish smile curled upon his lips. “I think I could arrange for humiliation… such as unwanted immaculate conception in these men.”
Summer nearly shrieked with glee. “Oh, /yes/! That is /perfect! Gabriel, I think I love you! /Please/ can I watch?” The rose dropped out of her hair, and she swooped it back up, spinning a gleeful little circle, clutching it to her mouth and laughing.