Literature
Rise, and rise again.
White.
In the few seconds after his ascension, that was all Iskander could come up with. And indeed, it was white all around him. But as his eyes got accustomed to the celestial glow, he started to see more colours and details.
As he started analysing what was going on, as the Demon Hunter was wont to do, the realisation slowly dawned on the Aasimar that he had a lapse in his memory. It were only a handful of seconds, but he had no idea how he came to be in this place. No recollection of going from there to...here.
And with that realisation, those seconds came back to him, a violent vision of how his mortal shell had been obliterated.
It
Enjoy it if you're able 
Will prolly end up in Scraps eventually 