The whole thing was what you were fighting for, a second chance around for all who were in the hotel. All your life you had been questioning what you were m, who you were, never quite grasping the answer.

A hell born maybe, but your blood Was golden, a sinner because you couldn’t get hurt by anything but angelic weapons? Possibly, but nothing made sense. You remember growing up here, but you had no parents. You had wings, so you cut them off, but they would always grown back as you didn’t have angelic weaponry to singe them off for longer.

Placing a few layers of make up on always made you appear almost normal. Like any other sinner, but you knew deep down you weren’t supposed to be here.

The hotel was the first place that accepted you, sure it was off the rails at times but it was… not just friends… but… family in a way.

So standing in front of Alastor before a second strike could hit him from Adam came as second nature to you; your body moved forward before you could even think it through.

The fluttering of wings were on either side of you, lifting you higher and higher up. The raging battle bellow began to sound more distant.

No, you had to help! Someone could get hurt!

One of the exorcists holding onto you tight while flying back up towards heaven forced something into your mouth. The world spun after you were forced to swallow. It was then when you noticed the bleeding wound slashed right through the centre of your chest.

You passed out moments after trying to touch the glistening golden blood.

“… It’s r-really my child? Are you certain?” Spoke a voice which held a slight quiver in its tone.

“Yes Archangel Michael, it is-“ Spoke another voice closer to you, though more faded that it should sound. You were being pulled back under.

“I-… no, let me see-“ The voice faded away completely as your mind was pulled under.

The sheets beneath you were like nothing you had ever felt before. It was warm where you were situated. As your eyes drifted open you noticed to your utter shock how clean and large this very room was. The four poster bed you lay could hold four people. Everything was peaceful happy colours, not the reds dominating hells landscapes.

On the far wall a painted of an angle could be spotted, golden yellow hair, pale skin, perfect piercing blue eyes, and six blue and white wings.