Rushing to the body of his brother's, Gabriel stumbled and fell against the shore. His wings were wet, his robe was soaked, he looked like a wet mutt. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up and rushed to his brother's side. Mouth pressed together to stop the whimper, the urge to vomit, when he saw the blood. So much blood.
Kneeing down at Lucifer's side, he quickly looked over his wounds. All Gabriel could think of was the scars. So many scars that his fallen brother will wear on his skin, a reminder of his descent. The gift from their Father will return, therefore he would lose the ability to heal. He held back his tears as he hovered his hands above the scar across his brother's chest. Deep, almost breaking through bones to his heart; Michael did not go easy on their fallen comrade.
