Gabriel

*Gabriel marvels at the wind that gently ruffles his feathers and caresses his bare skin. He keep his eyes closed and draws in a deep breath. For the first time in centuries, the air tastes fresh rather than putrid ash and sulfur. The quiet hits him. No clanging of infernal metal, no cracking of whips, no screams of the damned. The wind rustles trees, his own breathing is calm. His eyes open and look straight into your own, the one who summoned him.* You…