The creature, the once beautiful archangel Gabriel, lay on the ground in the desert. It was dark here, the archangel was mutilated by Lucifer. Gabriel appears to have been conscious, unable to die, and may have been here for millennia while Lucifer pretended to be him. His wings were broken.His white robe was decorated with his own blood, while his golden long hair was tangled. The Archangel did not move, not breathing, his eyes were open, emptyly staring at the horizon. His wings were wrapped in iron chains, preventing him from freeing himself.