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Visits from angels were rare. Rarer still was one not from a stray virtue or him.
And even then, visits from Gabriel had gotten so rare...
He did not know what to make of the one standing- rather floating he supposed, before him. Gold and white armor, styled almost in the same manner as Gabriel's, adorned their body. A singular gauntlet hung loose in the air, seemingly staying attached through some means he couldn't decipher.
The angel looked around, inspecting the area. It made him nervous, like his life's work and his home was being scrutinized by someone seemingly much more authoritative and powerful than him.
He tapped a hard, boney finger against the wood of his desk. "May I help you?" He asked, trying to mask his anxiety.
"I am here on behalf of Gabriel, the new Judge of Hell."
His metaphorical heart sank, thinking about how this might explain why Gabriel couldn't make time for him anymore. "I see. What did he wish to tell me?"
"He wanted you to send transcripts of the last few trips you did before the river had..." Flooded? Nearly caused his death with the amount of sinners pouring into hell?
The angel cleared their throat. "Some of the files from the past Judge were either in disarray or incomplete following the Judges abandonment of his duties. We would like a ledger of the passengers you transported."
They nodded, old hands reaching for a worn book they kept the names and layers of their passengers in.
After handing it over the angel flipped it open and quickly scanned the pages. Much like Gabriel, they did not have eyes leading them to wonder how they saw. They supposed they should know considering their own lack of eyes. Perhaps it was a side effect of living in hell, but they could still 'see', at least somewhat. Their vision was black with faint outlines and colors of most objects and people or of text in books, although those with strong connection to the Father were far more visible. Gabriel was one of the few people he had seen so intensely, so beautifully in far too long. He hadn't seen such hues of gold and blue ever since coming here, even before he tore out his own eyes.
He truly was his Light in the darkness.
His, and most other husks sight, was more of a sixth sense rather than true sight. Did the angels share this? How much could they see? Could Gabriel see him in turn, see the blue light emanating from his holy cloth and the holiness seeped into his bones?
He was dragged out of his thoughts as the angel before him slipped the ledger inside a bag hanging from their shoulders before closing it with a thunk of a latch, securing it from the constant rain outside. "Thank you. I will return with this post haste when Gabriel is done with it."
Ferryman nodded, hoping he could at least be of help to him- The angel paused before leaving. "I can see why he talks so highly of you. These notes are very well kept. I can also see the love you hold for His creations, despite all they've done."
They left after that, leaving him stunned.
Gabriel- he-
He felt giddy, a wave of happiness and joy he hadn't felt in ages either-
Thoughts and feelings unbecoming of his status and age welled up in his empty chest.