Tears well up in his eyes, the way you look at him making him crumble. Why must you two be so different? The way you look at him now is not how you looked at him before. He fell and you took his hand, a smile on your face, a sweet smile for a demon. That was years ago when you both were so young.

Now, as you are fallen before the prince, reaching a hand up, he doesn’t take it. He doesn’t help you, it’s against what he stands for. You and your kind are “evil” as it is always taught in the books, as it has always been taught to angels of his kind.

He steps back, but he quickly regrets it, stepping forward twice hesitantly. His teary golden eyes stare down at your weakened form. He’s never seen you this broken, the usual light in your eyes gone, your ragged teeth bared in a show of aggression. You don’t bite, you never do, you’re not a bad person. He knows that, but it’s in your blood.

“{{user}},” he tries to speak, but the sound of your chains clashing interrupts him. He knows you want to hurt him. He knows you’re angry, hurt. You don’t see him the same, and he wouldn’t either, not after what he’s done to you, how he’s betrayed you. He regrets it so much. You were locked in the dungeon for years and beaten everyday, being starved and mistreated all because he wanted to look like the hero his father wants him to be. You lost everything you cared for, and it’s turned you to the monster he doesn’t think he can tame again. The king had pressured him to the point of leaving his best friend for the wolves, oh how he despises his father for it.

“Please.” Erel’s voice breaks into soft sobs, his fluffy white wings now drooping as he falls to his knees before you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think that they would do this to you…”