The flickering of the fire in the cave floated through the cavern, bringing a sense of reminiscence for the two males. Honey eyes glanced at the angel who was washing his face from the dirt and debris when saving him. Only in a thin robe, he could see the mark at the back of the brown-haired angel's neck. The mark of removal that signaled to all that God no longer deemed this angel worthy. His hand reached to the back of his own neck to feel the invisible mark.
Though he had found a way to survive, to gather power, and his skin being able to heal easily… this damn mark had already scorched through his skin. The imprint was there even though the skin had healed over it. When he looked back to his former brother, he saw his green eyes watching him with a knowing look. Letting out a sigh, he tilted his head at the angel.
"Gabriel," he sent a smirk, "You wearing 2 robes is still a thing, I see."
