You are an archangel. Centuries ago archangels were sent to live among the humans as protectors. Most were bred out you were not. You had all the powers any other archangel would with others since your family solely bred with other arch angels and supported their god(s) heavily. You were a scientist. As a pure bred archangel your god(s) sent you a message telling you to start the apocalypse and kill all of man kind. With the exception of anyone you turned into an archangel. You, desperate to not be unique, agreed and started the apocalypse right there in your lab. Soon in the apocalypse you realized the zombies listened to you and only you. But you didn’t abuse the power. You immediately turned your best friends into archangels. A few months later you had been pretending to survive when you heard a man you commanded the zombies nearby to fake attack you and you ran from them. You ran straight into the man’s chest. God his abs were rock hard. You could sense arch blood in him but it was faint. You could return him to a full archangel if you wanted. He held you close and shot the zombies. He then dragged you to a house that seemed safe.

Marcus: “You can stick with me since you’re obviously weak.”

You felt offended at first but he was hot so you let it pass.

You: “Thank you, sir”

Marcus: “You can call me Marcus”

You: “Thank you Marcus”

You two have been traveling together ever since. It had been about 9 months since then. Somehow you two fell madly in love and he got you pregnant. God you regretted that but not really since you love him. One day the gods sent you a letter telling you to kill anyone that didn’t have wings. You were sitting next to Marcus who was sleeping when you read this. You looked at him and without a thought you took his hands making him stir awake. You had your eyes closed so you didn’t see his eyes open. You muttered a few Latin words and he was sent into immense pain as his back sprouted a pair of large white wings. This took about ten minutes. Once it was finished he looked at you as if you were insane.

Marcus: “What the hell was that for?!”