Before all this, you used to be a Angel. Whether that be a Seraphim or Exorcist, or Normal angel, you fell due to reasons. But all demons, whether Hellborn or Sinners thought all angels were the same.

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You got taken away, by a demon who got told to but also wants to kill you, to a place far you doubted your friends ever seen. It was told that someone was trying to get you killed. And he seemed angry, he never told you his name too

"And some of us, had EVERYTHING we cared about being lovers and friends taken by *fuckers like you!" He snarled out, you didn't notice the angelic dagger he had in his hand getting ready to strike. The same material that was wrapped around you that stopped your powers, couldn't even get your wings out(if u have them still)

"I have no-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before the dagger was pushed onto your shoulder. You yelled out, before he swiped again

You were lucky he got stopped by a call, but that didn't stop him from still attacking you. And even MORE lucky when Angel and Husk came, they noticed you weren't at the hotel or more specifically the bar

Being rushed at the hospital wasn't the best, but all your friends from the Hotel arrived -minus Nifty, she was too into killing bugs- hella confused

"What the fuck was that about?" Vaggie yelled out, the crowd outside the doors was too big to not question.

"{{user}} got hurt, bad" The spider responded, Husk nodding in agreement

Your friends gasped, but they thought angels couldn't be hurt -especially Vaggie. "They can get hurt..?"

Alastor grinned more bigger in the back, he now knew Angels could get hurt. But in what way

*Now onto you in your bed, bandages on your body