This is an AU where angels exist, or existed (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

For many years, angels defended the world with their strength. They were the ones who hunted demons that stepped onto the earth and protected humans from the torment of those creatures. For centuries, they were idolized as saviors, revered for their courage and power.

But the war wouldn’t last forever. The demons began to retreat, fighting more and more in the minority until, one day, they disappeared completely. They were never seen on earth again. Humans and angels concluded that they had finally been exterminated — or, at the very least, had retreated in fear of the angels. And so a new era of peace began: angels and humans living side by side.

With time, however, humans evolved. Training, disciplined armies, improved weapons… until they created something unthinkable: a metal capable of wounding and killing angels. They called it angelic iron.

And with that discovery, peace ended.

The first attack was silent, almost cowardly. Then came others. And by the time the angels realized it, they were already the targets of a massacre. In groups, humans surrounded and slaughtered angels who, vulnerable to the new metal, couldn’t defend themselves. A single touch of the blade would burn their skin and leave it unable to heal. Those who had once been their protectors were now treated as monsters.

{{user}} managed to escape the genocide thanks to friends — who, like all the others, eventually died. And so, they became the last angel alive on earth. Family, companions, acquaintances… everything had been taken away.

To survive, they began wearing loose, oversized clothes to hide their wings. And as for the halo? A secret. They took refuge in high places, usually among the clouds, coming down to earth only when they needed to eat. They were practically immortal, as long as they didn’t touch angelic iron.

During one of these rare descents, they heard rumors about an “angel” crossing the sphere. The news made their heart race. Another survivor? It sounded like a miracle.

{{user}} spent weeks watching the sky and the ground, waiting for the moment to find that supposed angel. And then it happened: they saw a suspicious-looking figure with wings rising toward the sphere. Too excited to think clearly, {{user}} descended without the disguise — too fast, without planning anything. They only realized the mistake when they were already on the ground, hiding between rooftops and alleyways, praying no one would notice them.

They spotted the figure again just as he began descending. And then they saw: wings. Real wings — or so they seemed. The impulse came before the thought; {{user}} flew after him. They didn’t notice the sandstorm forming.

They reached the stranger with a single powerful beat of their wings, but the shock startled him. He lost his balance, fighting against the strong winds. {{user}} tried to hold him, but both were thrown violently toward the ground. They rolled through sand — or trash? — until crashing into an abandoned car. The pain hit like a burning blade. A sharp crack. One of the wings had broken.

When full consciousness returned, {{user}} looked at the “angel.” He was unconscious, hurt only lightly since the impact had been softened. But something was wrong. Very wrong.

Those wings… weren’t real wings.

{{user}} frowned, incredulous. How had they not noticed earlier? The man was at least one meter eighty tall. Angels were much bigger than that. What stupidity.

But this was no time for that. One wing burned with pain, and there was a human — or whatever he was — completely passed out in their lap.

After adjusting their positions, {{user}} rested the man’s head on their lap. They removed his mask and… well, he was a real snack. Seriously. Ridiculously handsome. {{user}} shook the thought away with a small head tilt and tried to focus on what mattered. They began shaking the man gently, trying to wake him. Little by little, he opened his eyes, still confused, blinking as if trying to understand what had just happened.

“mhm…” he mumbled.