The fall is sudden and terrifying. Gadreel can barely call his wings in time, hearing the cries of distress of the other angels as they plummet to Earth. But better to die free than languish in prison for eternity. He's too weak to catch himself and land smoothly, instead plowing into the parking lot and skidding into an overturned truck before he finally comes to a stop.
Gadreel forces his head up, taking in his surroundings. Get up. Move. He can't stay, they have to find the others.
"Nngh. Balthazar? Brother?" His voice is no more than a weak rasp.
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Date: 2015-02-08 07:33 pm (UTC)Gadreel forces his head up, taking in his surroundings. Get up. Move. He can't stay, they have to find the others.
"Nngh. Balthazar? Brother?" His voice is no more than a weak rasp.