Hell's Angels (remake)

Chapter 3- Sorrow

Roth woke up in a tumbling carriage. He saw his mom and dad still passed out with their backs bloody. Roth also couldn't feel his back. The pain and agony of getting his wings cut off still remained with him. He lied there, awaiting what will happen to him and his parents.

"Get them off the carriage!" Yelled the guard.
Roth slowly woke up. The curtains at the back of the carriage opened up in which the holy light shined through blinding Roth.
"Do the traitors first and then the kid." Said the guard.
Roth was forced outside the carriage. He watched as they forcefully picked up his mom and dad. Roth then looked at the horizon. There was no stable cloud mass seen from miles away. The bottom looked a very dim color.
"Toss them!" Screamed the guard.
Roth looked in the direction where the guard shouted. There, he saw the guards throw his mom and dad off the cliff, straight through the dim clouds and into hell.
"I'm next..." Roth thought in his head. He didn't have the energy to fight back. All he could do was watch as the guards carry him and throw him off the edge.
"Last one!"
Roth was taken over to the edge. The grey clouds had an ominous feeling.
"Toss!"
With one great heave, Roth was thrown over the edge. He saw the guards at the edge of the cliff, then walk away. He was slowly descending down to his demise and he couldn't do anything about it.
The grey clouds completely surround him now. The holy light barely sleeps through and it is hard for him to stay conscious. Roth looks back through all the memories of the place that he used to call home. He remembered the days he spent with Angelica. Tears swell up in his eyes.
"What is Angelica doing right now?" Roth thought. "I hope she's doing ok, now that I'm gone."
The clouds around Roth started to turn red. He was getting closer and closer to hell.
"Maybe this is my karma." He thought. Roth then saw a thick layer of fire that the red clouds stayed away from.
"This is my end..."
Roth fell through the fire, into hell, with the bittersweet sunset disappearing.

Roth woke up with a start. He was in a cabin. There were no windows and the wood gave off a very strong smell of oil. The room he was in has very old furniture.
There was a sudden knock at the door.
"May I come in?" Said a man on the other side of the door. Roth didn't say anything. He was too scared to move. "I know you're awake. I can feel your life energy rejuvenating."
Roth froze. "Come in..." Roth said slowly.
The door opened and a man with the physique of a wolf came in. Parts of his body were glowing in ember and he looked very strong, but old at the same time.
"Hello there young lad, my name is Dmitry."
Roth looked at him for a couple seconds before saying, "hello..., my name is Roth."
Dmitry smiled, "Where are you from?"
Roth didn't want to say where he's from. He didn't want people to know that he was a fallen Angel.
Dmitry looked at Roth with a solemn look.
"It's ok. I know you're a fallen Angel."
Roth jumped in surprised. He didn't know if Dmitry was gonna kill him or leave him out to die.
"It's ok. If you wish to live, sooner or later the people in hell will find out you're a fallen Angel."
Roth still looked scared. He wasn't sure what he was gonna do.
Finally Roth asked, "C- can I stay here?"
"Of course." Dmitry smiled