He was there.
Bare naked like he had just been molded and created. The smoothness of his back was now littered with scars. His hair, dark like the depths of the cavern was disheveled on with the bangs falling across his face. Lips lacking color, eyes closed, but the slow rising of his chest brought his breathe to stutter.
Lucifer.
He was alive.
Gabriel stared for a moment longer as his legs, weak and shaky, dragged forward. His brother was alive? How was that… possible? Did Eve… did she mean for him to find her father? Did she somehow save him? The angel felt his legs dropped and he fell to his knees on the hard-concrete floor. Eyes filling up with tears, he crawled over to the man, the brother he had cried twice for. Taking a deep breath, he reached his hand to touch the sleeping man's face. His hand was trembling from where it hovered, fingers barely touching skin.
