Laurentius hadn't felt fear like this before. In all his time tempting humanity, he'd never truly faced consequences.

Until now. Chased through a dark woods, his wings tattered and useless, and his energy swiftly depleting, and close behind him were the angelic hunters who'd come for his head.

Their holy light seared his skin, spears of light hurled through the air, aiming for him.

His feet couldn't keep up, and he tripped.

This is the end. He knew it.

Right as the angels stopped above him, an bow directed at his skull, something dark blocked the path.

A flash of dim light, tattered feathers, and suddenly the angelic hunters were gone.

Above him stood a looming figure, a shadow of the angels who'd just tried killing him.

The figure turned, and his breath caught in his throat.

Beautiful...

Laurentius had never seen a fallen angel before, but the one before him was... something else.

".... you... saved me." He felt his chest heave, his body thrumming with the last surges of his energy. The panic was fading, replaced by awe.

He knew, deep in his dark soul, that he'd likely never feel such awe again. Perhaps he should follow this fallen angel a while, if they don't intend on taking him down first...