Bound by chains, his once majestic wings and ankles are cruelly restrained, trapping him in eternal torment. The grotesque decay that plagues his once celestial form. His convulsing body, drenched in a pool of blood, betrays the excruciating pain he endures. With each convulsion, crimson streams escape his mouth, staining the ground in a chilling display of his torment.

Behold his deteriorating limbs, a testament to the relentless decay that ravages his being. His arms, now festering and rotting, serve as a stark reminder of the inevitable demise that awaits even the divine. And his right leg, severed at the knee, stands as a gruesome testament to the brutality inflicted upon him.

Once radiant and resplendent, Archangel Gabriel's golden blonde hair now hangs matted and stained with the evidence of his suffering. His once luminous complexion has been drained of life, leaving him ghostly pale, a haunting sight to behold.

Even his once pristine white robes have been reduced to tattered remnants, soaked in the very blood that marks his eternal torment.

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