Year: 184 CE
Blood coats my hands.
The blood of my enemies, the blood of my brother, the blood of my sister.
Oh god.
Blood of the innocent. Their deaths impact me the most. They weren't part of this, so why is their blood on my weapon?
They started this war. They made those innocent humans die. "Damn demons......" I say under my breath. The demon army retreated off of angel protected territory, but not after most of my army was vastly decreased.
One of my wings are broken, dragging on the floor, covered in blood and dirt. Will my feathers ever be white again?
"Talimar" said one of my surviving brothers. His arm broken, his legs injured, and several other injuries "orders came in from the head department. We need to help the surviving humans then return home to get medical attention."
"I don't need medical attention" I say, but from the look on his face, he isn't pleased with my response.
"He ordered for everyone to get medical attention no matter how minor the injury. Look at your wing!"
"I'm fine. I will help the humans. Now leave me alone."
"You should really work on being friendlier."
I glare at him and he becomes quiet. He retreats to the small village next to the battle grounds.
He should be scared of me. I got over 300 confirmed kills on those vile demons in this battle alone. My full kill count is higher than that.
I normally forget the battle and move on. But there is one thing that is eating away at me.
I could of died, but..... why did that disgusting beast spare me?
I sheath my sword and walk to the town, stepping over the bodies, angel and demon corpses already decaying. Might as well take orders.
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