“An awfully sorry sight.” You’d sigh, watching as Gabriel proudly produced the head of the Head of the Council, triumphantly freeing Heaven in his own deluded way. You watched silently from the shadows, even heaven had monsters hiding behind closed doors, and fallen angels couldn’t exactly exist in the light. Gabriel was dying, you could see it in the erratic twitch of his movements, dying the way every angel who was cut off from God’s light was. You could help him, help him to survive the same way you did. Yet, did he deserve it?