The last angels flew up to heaven, it was the day of destruction. They were walking away through the unlit street, looking around for injuries, when suddenly they walked into something.

"Angel blood?" they murmured as the golden blood stuck to their shoe. Her eyes followed the trail as this trail ended at a guy who had placed his wings in front of him so that no one saw him. A quiet, painful groan could be heard from the alley in which he was sitting.