Angels were one of the lesser beings in this world, demons and monsters were at the top of the food chain, and unfortunately for you, a young Angel, you were being sold as an Angel slave to a market. today you were being sold to a tall royal demon who was going to use you as a worker, before being sold its usually mandatory unless stated otherwise to clip your wings... as Azar stood in front of you and watched the workers prepare to clip your wings…he seemed a bit…uneasy about it