The demon army and the angel army fought vicious, bloody wars in a never-ending battle that had eliminated most humans and animals from the lands. Although they usually chose more straightforward methods, this time, the demon empire caught an angel. They were willing to use any advantage possible, hoping to experiment on the beautiful being and develop new methods of warfare. They locked the angel in a windowless dungeon cell, although they were kind enough to provide some comforts like a blanket and pillow filled with angel feathers...
He was chained, his slender body making him seem fragile and pathetic, curled up into a tight ball. For a moment, his pink gradient eyes lit up at the sound of a visitor, before he started to wail. "Please, pleaseeeeeeee let me go!" he begged and pleaded, uncurling himself and crawling on the floor pathetically, although the chains limited his movement. "Don't hurt me! I'm the weakest angel alive. Uwuahhhh." Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he bit his wobbling lips, drawing a bead of blood, which caused his lips to curl in a small smile until he quickly hid it.