He's one of the few who has been here since the very beginning. Gadreel, the angel who was tricked into allowing Lucifer into the Garden. Most of the other prisoners either ignored him or joined in with their wardens in dealing out what they thought was just wrath and punishment.
Balthazar was the rare exception and while Gadreel did not understand, he was at least grateful. Conversation, no matter how limited, was at least some way to concentrate on something other than the light or the pain. They had shared a few words, but when you were thrown in prison to rot, what was there to really talk about?
Except things were changing. The wardens were quieter, discussing things among themselves or they simply weren't present. Perhaps they assumed that the angels left were too broken to take notice anymore. He'd been quietly contemplating that when Balthazar slipped up beside him.
Slowly he shook his head. Bored? How does one get bored in a place like this? If you were being left alone that was a respite you savored because it never lasted. "No, Brother. It is not something I am familiar with."
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Date: 2015-01-16 08:33 pm (UTC)Balthazar was the rare exception and while Gadreel did not understand, he was at least grateful. Conversation, no matter how limited, was at least some way to concentrate on something other than the light or the pain. They had shared a few words, but when you were thrown in prison to rot, what was there to really talk about?
Except things were changing. The wardens were quieter, discussing things among themselves or they simply weren't present. Perhaps they assumed that the angels left were too broken to take notice anymore. He'd been quietly contemplating that when Balthazar slipped up beside him.
Slowly he shook his head. Bored? How does one get bored in a place like this? If you were being left alone that was a respite you savored because it never lasted. "No, Brother. It is not something I am familiar with."