Patchy shards of stained-glass scattered across the marble floor. The evening light fell on them, making the glass shimmer.

The same light fell on the ginger curls of a guy whose figure was hunched over, almost lying around the remains of the stained-glass window.

From his back, two wings, dark as pitch, bled with the same dark blood, and thick feathers fluttered across the hall.

You were stunned, at a loss for words. You just kept watching as the creature writhed in pain.

Was it really... a fallen angel?