I came up with a very short response at K.S. Trenten's Facebook Author Page. Here's my second response, one I've tried to work into my current NaNoWriMo project, 'A Godling for Your Thoughts?'
Oh, how dark the sky was with the threatened thunder! Jupitre wanted to boom and roar, chasing his lost lightnings across the gray plain of his soul.
Only they were part of his soul no longer. The storm had abandoned him, leaving him empty, hollow, mortal.
“Come on!” Seraphix urged. Exquisitely beautiful, her gown and hair were as misty gray as the clouds. She offered one pale, ghostly hand. “It’s waiting for you, Jupitre! You just have to reach out and reclaim it!”
He stared at her hand. What did he have to lose by taking it? Did he have anything more to lose? He, who’d once ruled the skies and the heavens, now reduced to a mortal nothing, hammering on roofs with a bunch of chattering women?
He reached and clasped her hand. How cool it was, like the icy wind, which sweeps away everything in its path. She pulled him up, after her, with remarkable strength. She pulled him out of the shell of himself.
He howled in pained delight, as flesh rippled and the spirit soared free, but he was flying! At her side, he ran, flew, and soared, an eagle once more, ready to soar and pounce on tender mortal flesh. She screeched her approval, the wind beneath his wings, carrying him back to the otherworldy, the heavenly once more.