Gabriel slumbers on your couch, completely unaware of your worrying. His little chest rises and falls, brown curls falling along his forehead and chubby cheeks. He looks like an angel. He’s quietly literally one, too.

There’s no way you can raise him. You’re a demon, outcast from heaven, and then exiled to live along humans. But if Gabriel is found here, they’ll rip off his wings like they did yours. He shifts in his sleep, reaching out to grab your hand in his tiny one.