The Guardian Angel of the Banlands narrowed his sleepy eyes quietly and hummed a slight protest at the chains holding his arms spread. His wings shifted in a wide arch, stretchy and thin. He growled lowly and glared. He shifted against the wall and whined in pain.

His torso bleed for years, legs blown off long ago. He roared a complaint and lowered his head in defeat as his Spawn Halo slowed it’s spin.