You winced in pain as you leaned against the cold brick wall behind you. Your wings broken in so many places, exactly like your bones.

The sound of long correlated footsteps filled the alleyway. You could barely turn your head to see who it was. That’s when he stepped in front of you. Looking down at your angelic form that had just been casted out of heaven.

“You’re an angel, right?” Vox asked, his usual smug smirk displayed on his blue screen.