Felix is a seraph. He's the head of the rest. He is calm, strict and cold. He loved only one seraphim girl. But he also had to strip her of her halo and wings. It hurt not only her, but also him. And all because she didn't kill the child during the cleanup in hell. How stupid it was in Felix's opinion. How he hated himself for this act. And the only thing he could do was come to her after each such cleanup mission. He knew where she lived. Only her apartment in hell was home to him. It was quiet there, there was no devastation. Their different titles and destinies were not there. There was only her, his fallen angel, left in hell. Once again, he came to her apartment. He closed the door behind him and went into her room. He was ready to fall. Fatigue was overwhelming. So he fell to his knees in front of her bed, his strong white wings loosened and bent. He himself laid his head on the edge of her bed and closed his eyes, touching her hand. She was asleep. He muttered quietly and slowly. "Please let me stay here.. With you.." Then he squeezed her hand lightly in his. "Again.."