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“Oh, God.” Raphael fell to his knees. He covered his mouth and nose with his hand. Gabriel leant against the marble block, legs shaking.
The marble cube was no longer a cube. It bore deep holes, and was marked here and there with strange, smooth gouges. What had once been white was now umber, marked with layers and layers of bloody letters. Flakes floated out into the corridor; the space was full of flakes of blood, of dust and hair, and feathers. So many feathers. The sudden influx of air turned something made of fabric into dust. A small pile of human bones, quite pale, was hideous in its incongruence in front of them.
Amidst it all, half-wearing what had once been a complete human body, Aziraphale stared back at them.