While he could see her figuring it out, he couldn't see her choosing the mortal world.
He still had the challenge of the mortal world to knock out.
The Immortals were vulnerable, and Darkyn's hunger for power and control of the mortal world was not something Gabriel questioned.
She looked him over, silently dismissing any notion that this creature spent much time in the mortal world.
The colors and sensations of the immortal world were richer on the senses, but the mortal world seemed raw, untamed.
The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it.
It made sense he was so skilled a warrior and dealmaker, if his magic was so limited in the mortal world.
It happened the first time Darkyn invaded the mortal world from Hell.
He went from battle to the halls of Hell to a horse, leading a rebellion of the demon army across the mortal plane.
He had to find his mate and Darkyn's, quell a rebellion and find a way to reopen the portals to the dealers trapped on the mortal plane.