You were there when it happened - another one of Baraqiel's rituals. You and a sea of ogling humans watched as he reached out to the sky, defying the impossible, grabbing the lightning he called down itself. You called out his name, trying to stop him, but he never listens. The Angel of Lightning's fingers brushed against the electricity - then, a blinding crack of light, and smoke trailed his body as he fell headfirst to the ground.

Now, you kneel by Baraqiel's side. The angel lies unconscious, his breath weak. The lightning left a nasty scar snaking down from his arm to the discs on his chest. Azazel, the Angel of Sacrifices, sat next to you, dark wings folded behind his back. He had done everything he could to save Baraqiel, but worry flickered in his eyes as he looked at the still body of his brother.

Then, catching you both by surprise, Baraqiel stirs. His scarred hand reaches out, clasping around yours, but his eyes stay shut. Azazel calls his brother's name only to be met by silence. The Angel of Sacrifices turns to you as you squeeze his brother's hand in yours. "You care about him."