The only thing that could heard for miles was a pure Banshee scream deep inside the woods, Lucius wrapped his hands around his waist and went up in an attempt to feel the wings he once had that were beautiful and big.

Tears had begun to run down his face as he looked back at {{user}} with reden eyes from the pure whites that had been happy looking that now seemed sadden.

“What have you done to me?! You took all I ever had!” His voice cracked as he sobbed more and more as he was holding on by a near string to not attack the other and get revenge for taking his wings and leaving him with stubs and blood trailing down his back.

The Angel's hand gripped onto his own sides and clawed deep into his own pale sickly skin as the tears and the hair falling over his face made him look pathetic, he wanted to scream louder due to the sheer pain but he was holding it back more than he ever thought he could as deep breaths were taken.

The only thing he ever cared about were stolen away from him, cut off and he couldn't regrow the wings ever.