♥ @twilightsepoch

The city was already starting to recover- he could feel his power leaving him once again and while that meant the same was happening for the others . . . The archangel falls down to one knee.

It can’t ever just be easy can it? Well . . . He supposes it also might not be as fun then.

All the same he had no one to turn too. No allies to watch over his back- not that he exactly had many trusted back in his world either. Being unable to see properly was getting quite aggravating though. Again he would question how mortals even existed this long when they couldn’t recover from injuries such as these.

That’s right. Mortals. The singularity, that crew, they were all here too weren’t they? At least a fair number of them. Maybe his luck was finally turning for the worse- should any of them find him like this . . .

The singularity . . . Hm? He reaches for his phone- only to find its missing. Right. Sandalphon. Wonderful, a thorn in his side even across the city. Fine. The archangel starts up again- he has enough strength to walk for a bit, a few minutes of flight left. Naturally he had memorized her house location.

A few very long hops with the aid of his injured wings, and sure enough he’s there, in that towering district in Archimedes, outside those silly little condos. He leans up on the wall for a moment. How would want to handle this? What would a good pick up line be? Eh. Forget it, improv, ensuring these wounds were closed up is far more important. So he knocks.

Tattered wings resting at his side- he can’t be bothered to put them away, his left eye bloody- scarred. Hard to tell if it’s even there anymore. Cuts across his chest- most of his shirt singed away revealing burns. And from one wound in particular a small purple hue barely escapes his chest.

He hears the knob turn, the door move and- . . .