The war between demons and angels had been raging for over a millenia. Millions from both sides had lost their lives.

It was your first time out of the front line, an angel. All was going well until you found a demon, you lined up the shot and were about to pull the trigger of your crossbow when an arrow hit your back - one of your own kind accidentally shot you.

You collapsed and were left for dead by your kind but you soon awoke to a demon wrapping your wound, "Don't struggle, little bird."