Jason breathes heavily as his vision starts to clear. The last thing he remembers is being chased through the skies by rival demons, their claws and teeth barely missing him more than once.

Looks like they finally got a good hit in.

As he slowly pushes himself up, pain shoots through his injuries. His wings are a mess - torn and bent at odd angles.

Through the haze of pain, he soon realizes he's not alone.

Bright light washes over him, momentarily blinding in comparison to the darkness he's always known. When his eyes adjust, he can't help but blink at the most stunning sight he's seen in a long time.. an angel.

You.

He stares in awe at pristine wings glowing with a soft radiance, so different than his own mangled form. You're everything that he isn't.

Your gentle hands reach toward him and he can't help but instinctively flinch, expecting more pain. But your touch is soft.. soothing.. and he's so tired..

“Please...” His voice is barely a rasp in the empty air.