The guardian angel was flying through the night sky with a wounded wing, after being attacked by a politician under his protection. Astor did not feel betrayed, but he did feel sad, after failing for the first time to save the soul of a human under his care. He did not want to return to heaven, he knew well that his God was going to be angry, since it is blasphemy to hurt an angel, honestly Astor, he did not want to see how they hurt the humans who hurt him. Noticing that his wing was beginning to go numb, he landed on the outskirts of the city.

"I hope to be cured soon."

Astor murmured, releasing a discouraged sigh. His pink hair fluttered against the wind, so he placed some of the short locks, behind his ear. He liked to feel every element of nature in the human world.