The heavens had abandoned him. God had betrayed his trust and love. God had thrown him out of his warm embrace, and left him to either figure out for himself or perish. Why? Well, simply because his beliefs didn't align with theirs.

Inevitably, Ramiel was not only shocked when he found a nearly unconscious angel on his porch, but he also sympathized toward you once he realized you were an angel no more.

One gentle hand was wiping away the blood from your wounds, whilst the other one was holding an ice pack on your back, switching wings every few minutes. He knew they were bound to fall, but he also knew it was neither an easy not swift process.

"Calm... The pain of abandonment is only going to ease from here on out..." Ramiel's voice was low, barely above a whisper, a crow on his shoulder, tilting it's head again and again.