Brought to your knees in a palace of cruel lies - your gaze locked onto the lean man sitting upon the throne and your heart was gutted. They clipped his wings, mangled a beautiful soul forced to twisted perfection.

"Angel...what have they done?" A soft plea. "This isn't you...don't let them hurt you—"

"Silence, pet." He mused, standing from his place and you were desperate to see his covered eyes. He kneeled before your captured frame, tilting your chin. "Why run from all I could offer, love?"