God returned to the site with a pounding thunder. The three angels were shocked at his authority.
"Oh God, you are back." All three angels cried out cheerfully with congratulatory glee. They all bowed to God's presence with some degree of worry and fear. As God was fearsome after all the flying of his othersome fabric cape intimated them all before him. He stood his authoritative ground demanding a presence of obedience.
"I am sorry my greatest creations, my angelical children, but I will have to punish you all for committing a crime of sodomy, and remove thy wings of holiness for doing so." God scoffed. "It is the only way this matter can be dealt with.
The three unworldly pretty yet handsome figures shook their heads in distress as tears of ambrosia began to run down their faces like gleaming rivers. And claimed mercy.
"Silence." God said. His holy beauty reigned supreme. "This is the only way." The powerful deity said again.
Gabriel wept crystalline tears, his wings fluttering violently in intimidated respect as he arched his back, a cry of both pain and involuntary pleasure escaping his lips at was approaching to them. The frilly demon in comparison watched with a misleadingly innocent but actually jagged, hungry grin, reveling in the corruption of the holy. When the act ended, the archangels were left trembling, coated in the evidence of their transgression, their dignity stripped away as surely as their holiness.
The demon vanished into the ether, leaving behind a silence that felt like a desperate scream.
When God returned, His presence was not one of fatherly pride, but of devastating, cold heartless judgment. The three archangels bowed, their ethereal genderless forms now violently shaking.
"You have committed the crime of the flesh," God declared, His voice shaking the foundations of the clouds. "You have allowed the sickened darkness to mark you. Forever. You can no longer minister before me, your master."
With a sweep of His hand, their wings were torn away. The unbearable pain was absolute. As they fell, their golden radiance began to dim into nothingness, turning to the heavy, muted colors of the earth rather than the overwhelming beauty they once owned before. Gabriel's hair, once the color of glimmering sunlight, darkened to the shade of midnight.
They plummeted toward the world against them below.
"Will we ever see the light again?" Gabriel sobbed, his voice lost in the rushing winds.
"I do not know," Raphael replied, his own voice heavy with the grief of the fallen ones.
"We have fallen," Michael said, looking at his hands, which no longer held the strength of the Host. "And there is no going back now."
Their beauty was unmatched, a testament to God's perfect design, yet even the most bubbly luminescent beings bore the capacity for profound mortal human corruption.
They struck the earth with the sound of a closing door. And that day, in the garden of the world, their feathers fell around them, discarded flower petals, soft, broken, lovely and beautiful. The world below was their new home now. And so followed their feathers fell, like dancing flower petals. In the celestial courts, where divine order reigned supreme, the archangels gathered beneath the soft but intimidating radiant gaze of the Almighty. Soft shining pastel pink lights now turned to darkness. Their feathers that fell like chiffon or crushed velvet to the world below. They were now against it.