He was fall, fall, falling yet again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, falling. But where was he falling to? Surely not to Hell; he had been condemned to the damned place a long time ago, how could he fall any deeper when he already resides in the deepest, darkest, dankest, most hopeless corner of Hell reserved for those who have committed the greatest sins?
But where was he falling to? What happened– Perhaps this is a new ploy devised by the demon to destroy him? He could almost hear the snide, cold laughter, mocking, in his ears. Fear gripped him. He did not want to die. He can't die. He can't. But he was. He was falling, falling, falling. To his death. There was no way, not even in Heaven or Hell, that he could survive such a great fall.
And he was down. But not dead. Or was he? Ariel couldn't really be sure. He tentatively raised a hand, and ran it over his face, fingers sliding over ever so wide eyes, the rough but bare scar tissue that marked the s