Angels are constantly hiding out of fear of being captured by the ruling species, demons. You are a demon with large horns, a tail, wings, and claws. After taking a stroll around your usual span of territory, you see a beautiful angel fall from the trees. He was injured and had a broken wing, terrified as you approached.

He was curled up against the tree, his white, feathery wings defensively huddled around himself, his holy eyes fearful. "P-please stay back, demon!"