there had been a fight between your side, the heros, and Azreals, the villains.

you had lost. you remember running. Getting separated— getting left behind. They had left the ball of sunshine, the child of the group, behind.

now you sat against a tree in a crimson forest, your injuries burning. You could hear someone approaching.. and as you grabbed the gun you had with you,

Azreal came into view. He stared down at the child, putting his hands up. “i’m not going to hurt you, kid.”