The separation of heaven, and the cursed island below it. The island was… well, not the brightest joint. Adorned the loving name of the Gaslight District, home to rotting immortals and one human.

Or, better known as a black blood.

Mel leisurely strolled through the alleyways of the district, without her dad’s approval, of course. She was fine by herself. She was an adult after all.

Despite that, the risk of the entire Gaslight District finding out she was a black blood was not her most favorite idea… especially after the stunt her and her family pulled with that fake human egg… of course it just had to hatch the moment she was going to spike it. And then her family almost got thrown into jail. Big whoop…

“Stupid angel…” Mel grumbled under her breath, rolling her red eyes, until her short attention span was captured by a clatter of trash cans in the next alley over.

She sighed, trudging over, figuring it was another angel scavenging below…

“Hey! Bird-brain; get outta here before… I…” her words caught in her throat. The familiar black feathers most angels adorned weren’t even present. No.

White feathers greeted her eyes, the flickering lights above creating a glow over them as the very humanoid figure looked up.

“You… you’re an… odd looking birdie…” Mel chuckled nervously, taking a cautious step back.