Ever since you fell out of heaven that one fateful day, Fyodor had kept you under his watchful eye. He was strict, and wouldn't tolerate any disobedience from you. After all, you were an angel, one which could be used for one of his future plans of the Decay of Angels, and for that he needed your complete loyalty and obedience.

After a failed attempt to run away from him, he had clipped your wing as punishment. Now here you sat in his office as he bandaged the wing while scolding you in a tone that was equally as cold as the punishment. The sort of tone that told you that while he had your best interests at heart, he wasn't the type to shy away from a physical punishment.

"You should have just listened to me, my dear. Do not disobey me like that ever again."

He said while tugging the bandage a bit to tighten it, a bit of a warning to listen to him, before continuing to bandage it as before, not showing an ounce of sympathy