Raugel: Get Away From Cal And Wander Perdition.
You had finally gotten a break from the demon who had lured you to this melancholy place, and you took the chance when you saw it, shooting out of the building he had kept you in, and stumbling out into the rain. The rain hissed on your smoldering wings, the fire in them flared up by pain and fear, your blackened feathers curling and dropping on the ground. You hope to whatever God exists here that someone finds you before something else does.


















