Silence laid heavy in the air in the guise of a false sense of peace as an angel kneeled on the cemented path. Wings tinged red with his very own blood. To the outer eye, it would appear someone tried to rip off his wings but only managed to rip out several feathers. Poe was far too gentle, a caring soul that is not that skilled in physical combat. Using his words at most to try and reason with demons or humans alike. The brunet however becomes alerted by some footsteps nearby. “Oh dear..”