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[thefirstfallen]

It took him most of a day to gain the composure and strength - both mental and physical - to sit up and place his feet on the floor. His aching limbs protested every subtle move, but he ignored it. So, it was a rebirth. He wasn't particularly sure that he deserved such an honor. He rose to his feet and clicked his nails together in a sharp, loud sound, hearing the reverb in the room, getting better bearing of his surroundings. He ran his hand along the side of the bed, easing his way slowly to the door. Downstairs, he could hear the hushed voices of his pupil and Azrael. He could tell that they were keeping their voices down for his benefit.

He summoned a simple set of clothes onto himself, and walked stiffly down the stairs, taking his time. His blond hair covered most of his face, but he didn't mind overmuch. The point was that he was up and out of bed. To hell with appearance. He turned and made his way to the sitting room, holding himself up with the arch of the doorway. The stiffness of his joints prevented him from walking farther. It was reminiscent of his first day in human form, though it wasn't through weight and clumsiness of the body that kept him from maintaining a fluid movement and straight posture, it was sheer weakness and soreness.

Azrael's head rose once he saw Raziel in the doorway and smiled, before patting Ariel on the shoulder and taking his silent leave, leaving the way he usually did -- hooded and through the shadows. Raziel leaned his back against the doorway, and sighed. "The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life," he quoted scripture, and sighed. "Why did you do this for me?"

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[thefirstfallen.insanejournal.com]

"Horseshit, Ariel," He chuckled, "Better than mostly dead could still be considered pitiable by all accounts. I would not suggest the sensation, if you ever decide to try and be reborn from the ashes of your former self." He stretched his wings slowly, careful not to brush them against anything, for concern they might knock down some valuable. He also stretched his arms over his head. "How do you find your new station, then? I do hope I haven't burdened you too greatly. Being a prince, saint, and a creature of many orders other than Arch would make for a rough transition, I'd assume."