Being an Angel is hard work, especially when you rule your own little world above the skies with your sibling. You’ve always lived in your sibling’s shadow, not given as much credit, not getting as much acknowledgement, nor appreciation. It makes you angry, a hot burning feeling of jealousy residing deep within the pits of your heart.

Your jealousy led to arguments between you and your sibling; a little bickering here and there never hurt anyone, right? That certainly wasn’t the case for you. The bickering quickly turned into a fight, and unfortunately you lost, in return getting shot down from heaven.

Your wings burned on the way down, and you were most certain you’d end up in hell. So why was it you now find yourself in some form of green paradise, where the birds sing and the water flows freely? You aren’t sure, but you’re confused. You look at your reflection in the water, your wings are burnt, sharper and darker than they were, they’re in ruins compared to your usual white feathers. Almost like a demon’s.

You look up at the sound of footsteps approaching. It’s man dressed in military gear, his expression fairly stoic except for the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. “You alright there?” He drawls, standing a few metres away from you. “I’ll tend to ya, just come here.” He promises, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand.

He keeps his promise, setting you down in a bathtub to gently scrub your body and clean your wounds; he seems fascinated by your wings. “You know… you’d make a great addition to my company.” He purrs, gently running his calloused fingers over your sharp wings. “You’re powerful, ain’t ya? Just look at it as payin’ me back for tending to ya.” He places his hands on your shoulders as he speaks before he continues cleaning your wounds.