She couldn't breathe. The air was pressing against her every atom, pushing and squeezing as she fell through the sky. Eons of stars – the makeup of Rebekah's very being – were being torn apart, ripped and pulled at the seams until she couldn't bear the pain any more. The force of the shockwaves rippling through her frail soul as her body was moulded and shaped into a whole new figure could have broken the sound barrier had anyone been around to hear them.
Rebekah had felt the atmosphere between her feet before she had been thrown from her only home into a vast black hole of nothingness. She hadn't had the time to prepare herself mentally and physically for the harsh gavel of punishment before the jury had decided and the air rushing by her cheeks had been a shock to her entire system. She had tried everything in the rulebook, but the crushing amount of oxygen that was preventing her from breathing whipped the strained Enochian chants from her lips almost before she had uttered them. Nothing was going to prevent Rebekah from falling now, not after all she had done.
The closer she got to humanity, the more the wind seemed to pick up. Her hair flew around her face, framing it like a warped halo. For a split-second, the irony of the thought struck her before the pain coursing through her all-too-human veins overrode the last ounce of sense floating around her otherwise occupied brain. Tiny electric shocks were trailing their way along her arms and legs, forcing their way through to the very tips of her fingernails. Her eyes were firmly closed, but the air was getting denser and hotter, the spillage from her descent slowly coming to a stop.
And with an unceremonious crack, the disgraced angel fell to Earth like a stone into water.