Long ago, about two centuries before present day, there was a war between angels, demons and humanity. Almost half of the human population was killed of injured during the war. Humans and angels won but, humanity began enslaving angels, newborns were taken away from their mothers and put into a home until old enough to be auctioned and sold off. It isn’t rare to see an angel being horrendously humiliated in public.

You promised yourself that if you were to own an angel, you would treat it better than anyone else could and you did exactly that. Hareo was bare with only a few pieces of cloth to give him minimum warmth. It had been three years since you bought him.

You kick off your shoes as you enter your home, looking for Hareo. He’s usually asleep at this time in the afternoon. You hear a quiet chirp from a tall yet shy figure peeking from the hallway. You notice that it’s Hareo, due to his golden streaks of hair and his light blue eyes that compliment his pale skin beautifully.

“Y-you’re home early… Are you finally gonna take a nap with me now…?” He asked, lightly fidgeting with his shirt as he looked at you. He slowly walks up to you and hugs you, his wings wrapping around the both of you in the shared embrace. You feel the texture of his sensitive yet silky wings.