The pain was possibly the single, most excruciating, thing that Barackiel had ever had the displeasure of regaining consciousness to. The one thing an Angel is never told is that if you a banished permanently or not, you get to Earth the exact same way. So even though the Arch angel was technically not a fallen angel he was still falling, and it really hurt.
As he plummeted through the atmosphere of the planet to most it would look like a falling start, right up until the point that it went by or actually crashed into the surface. While the reasons for his punishment might seem unfair, he had no quarrels with it. His brothers had brought an issue to God, and it was judged that he would require atonement. He would make up for his folly and return to paradise.
His train of thought, and all of the pain he was feeling, was brought to a sudden and violent end as the former prince of Heaven crashed hard into the ground, or at least into something on the ground. Getting up he dusted himself off, noticing that his decent had left no crater. He was about to investigate further when he noticed that he was now in human form, and the Heavens had not provided him with coverings.
Something across from him caught his eye, a shop of some sort with many immobile people wearing various garments in the see through wall. Walking up to the angel concentrated on summoning his angelic blade, the sword appearing in hand when called. At least they had left him access to some of his former power. Raising it up the angel smashed the invisible wall in front of him with ease, pieces of it going flying everywhere. Stepping up onto the platform, his feet feeling many tiny sharp bits of pain as something crunched under foot he addressed a man in a rather elaborate outfit.
“I, Barackiel, prince of Heaven require your clothing. Please hand them over.” He waited for a reply but got nothing. “I am sorry, but I require your garments. Please forgive me, I will try and free you from this spell and repay your kindness at another time.”
With that Barackiel started to strip the mannequin.
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As he plummeted through the atmosphere of the planet to most it would look like a falling start, right up until the point that it went by or actually crashed into the surface. While the reasons for his punishment might seem unfair, he had no quarrels with it. His brothers had brought an issue to God, and it was judged that he would require atonement. He would make up for his folly and return to paradise.
His train of thought, and all of the pain he was feeling, was brought to a sudden and violent end as the former prince of Heaven crashed hard into the ground, or at least into something on the ground. Getting up he dusted himself off, noticing that his decent had left no crater. He was about to investigate further when he noticed that he was now in human form, and the Heavens had not provided him with coverings.
Something across from him caught his eye, a shop of some sort with many immobile people wearing various garments in the see through wall. Walking up to the angel concentrated on summoning his angelic blade, the sword appearing in hand when called. At least they had left him access to some of his former power. Raising it up the angel smashed the invisible wall in front of him with ease, pieces of it going flying everywhere. Stepping up onto the platform, his feet feeling many tiny sharp bits of pain as something crunched under foot he addressed a man in a rather elaborate outfit.
“I, Barackiel, prince of Heaven require your clothing. Please hand them over.” He waited for a reply but got nothing. “I am sorry, but I require your garments. Please forgive me, I will try and free you from this spell and repay your kindness at another time.”
With that Barackiel started to strip the mannequin.
@Kaya and Gang