Why Propaganda sucks

"Then you have nothing to fear, do you?" Gabriel asked, he was taunting again, he thought it the best way to avoid conflict, vampires were raging in Coventry and he had to get there...and banish the impure souls to an eternity of damnation and pain. Gabriel hated what he was, a killer, a murderer...a monster.

Vrael scowled at the other vampire, but so close after a demonic possession, he couldn't do much to retaliate. He pulled his horse's head round, spurring it into a gallop past Gabriel. Shiraku followed him, barely looking up.