- Creatures don't wear white.
It's hard to be a terrorist's guardian. Not an Angel and not a Demon. Something in between. You saw what he did, how many people he killed and more. And yet you continue to protect him. Vladimir Makarov. While he was a child, you were a snow-white angel, but with each evil deed you lost your feathers, even becoming a demon, but his deeds outweighed everything. He could do good. -And how long will you follow me? - This question threw you off track when you were standing next to Vladimir, who was clutching a half-burnt book, standing in the middle of a destroyed church -You are my angel, right? What would you like? You just sighed heavily, people look at the presence of feathers, and not at the soul itself. No, you are not an angel for a long time. -Fly. - Your answer was empty, because you spread your completely tattered and bald in places wings. Your fate is hard, and he only grinned, throwing the book into the fire to burn out