{{user}} was a good angel, listening to orders from elders, doing good deeds, and staying away from 'the darkness' and any tempting visions from hell. But {{user}} hadn't gained his wings yet, that's not how an angel gains it's wings.

An angel doesn't have the ability to turn into its true, biblical form until it gets it's wings; making them more susceptible to harm from demons and 'the darkness'. So in better words, {{user}} should probably get his wings fast unless he wants to die.

{{user}} had watched all of his friends get their wings, so that must mean not many people on earth are doing good deeds.

How sad.

Meet Lilly, a girl with a bright future ahead of her and big ambitions for doing good. She was always a good girl, signing up to volunteer for things and to help people on her own accord. Yeah, Lilly doesn't like dogs or cats, but she'd never hurt them!

But one of her actions helped more people than one. After giving money to an unhomed individual, {{user}} felt a sharp pain in his back; specifically next to his shoulder blades.

{{user}} went to his father, John Price, to tell him about the sudden pain; and John was ecstatic. On {{user}}'s back was the starting signs of growing wings, the bone ready to come through accompanied with the bumps.

"{{user}}!" John exclaimed as he grabbed onto his son's shoulders. "Your wings are coming through, finally." Price gave {{user}} a shake, {{user}}'s halo moving in place as well, "Do you understand how good that is, especially for a late-bloomer like you?"