The pain of his burning wings was unbearable, but fortunately only lasted for a few seconds before Gabriel's consciousness was engulfed in black.
When Gabriel opened his eyes everything was white. There were no sounds or movements, there was nothing. Just white, with no perceivable change between the solid beneath his feet and what was above his head. His head, he had a head, he hadn't noticed that, he supposed thinking about it now; he wasn't just a pair of floating eyeballs, why was he surprised to find he had a head and a body too for that matter. Taking stock of the rest of his body, Gabriel recognised his vessel's hands; at least he was still himself.
Looking at the patch of skin where Lucifer's blade had sunk into his body, Gabriel felt an empty spot like something was missing from inside him. He tried to flare his wings to fly somewhere less white where he could think, only to find they weren't there. Looking over his shoulder Gabriel could see burns to the skin on the back of his shoulders, but no wings. He tried to create a chocolate bar, the first thing he thought of, but nothing happened; that empty missing feeling is where his grace had been, it had burnt up with his wings.
Having no idea where he was, Gabriel had never been to such a place in either heaven or earth, he started walking. Gabriel supposed he was moving, it was hard to tell, the floor his feet fell upon never changed, he couldn't even feel any air brushing past him as he moved or didn't move as the case may be, all his senses were confused. Gabriel couldn't even have said how long it had been since he'd woken up, it could have been five minutes or it might have been days' worth of walking, this place was starting to get on his nerves.
After an indeterminable amount of time, Gabriel felt a pull somewhere in his chest where the empty feeling resided; looking down at his torso he saw nothing to explain the pull as it intensified. The floor fell from beneath his feet. He was falling, the wind whistling past his ears and the unease in his gut told Gabriel this much. The white was gone now too instead the surroundings had been replaced by the night sky; above him the stars and galaxies, below him the rapidly approaching ground. Across the night sky Gabriel could see his brothers and sisters falling too; their wings burning up turning them into a flaming meteor shower, as his wings had burnt up he fell without flame, and without notice. Gabriel was vaguely aware of hitting the ground when it happened; he didn't know where or when he hit, and he didn't have long to find out as upon impact Gabriel blacked out.
When he came to, the archangel didn't open his eyes; not wanting to see all the changeless white again. There was a strange warmth in his chest it was filling the empty space where his grace had been, his grace was growing back. The remaining part of his grace must be close by, the part of his grace that was in De… his eyes snapped open and the first thing he saw was a pair of concerned green eyes.
So I continued it. This is the end though, leave it up to your imaginations what happens next if you don't like how I left it, and I know I left it short but I felt this was all that was needed. And I know it's been about 6 months since I posted the first part, but ya know i was waiting for a good idea to come to me, which it did this morning.
Thanks for everyone who followed/favourited or commented with ideas on how to resurrect Gabriel particularly missdiggerz on fanfiction who's idea I kind of used :)
TTFN x