Writing prompt answers

There were angels watching over you

This isn't on a specific prompt, just something I thought of randomly.

"Who- who are you?" They whispered, voice strained and cowering against the wall. I walked closer another step, and they tried to flatten themselves evermore against the uneven barrier.

I loosened my grip on the knife I was holding, letting it clatter to the floor. My wings lowered, folding away partially.
"Your Guardian Angel. I've come to help. Now please, we have to get out of here." 

They pushed themselves off the wall cautiously, as if waiting for me to attack them.
"Guardian Angel?" They still sounded so frightened, but now the fear was mixed with confusion. I huffed impatiently,
"Yes! Now come on, we have to go!"

That was two months ago. I was just thinking about it when I was thrown back to reality by my wings being touched. I looked over my shoulder to see them.
"What are you doing?" They had their eyes fixed on my wings, and didn't look up when they answered nonchalantly,
"Playing with your wings," as if it was the most normal thing on Earth. I would usually tell them to stop, but it did actually feel nice.

I slumped into the chair I was in and let them continue, quietly humming. I began to get very drowsy too, and almost let my mind sleep until I jolted straight up, backing away from them.
"What's wrong?" I backed away further, preparing to fly back to Heaven at a moments notice.
"I'm growing too close too you." Their gaze, once worried, was now confused.
"But you're my Guardian Angel, I thought that was normal." I shook my head and stayed on my toes, wings splayed out rigidly.
"You weren't even supposed to know I existed. You were in mortal danger, I helped you. I should've gone straight back to Heaven. I'm sorry." They reached out to stop me, and I heard a faint yell of protest, but I was already gone. 

I knew I was going to be in trouble when I got to Heaven, but I wasn't expecting to be met with handcuffs and three other angry Angels. One went around and locked the cuffs around my wrists, the other two grabbing my arms. The one holding my left arm laughed gruffly,
"Hope you enjoyed your vacation, Sachiel, because Father's got a bone to pick with you." I frowned and didn't fight as they dragged me through the indistinguishable white-wash halls of Heaven. After what seemed like a decade, I was met with a throne. No, The Throne. With Mr. Almighty there in it. The men threw me forward, and I landed upon my knees in front of Him.

He wasted no time. In his gravelly voice he started,
"Sachiel. For your wrongs against Heaven and Earth," I lowered my head in understanding, I knew this was coming. I had heard this speech before, I'd given this speech before. He went on, "you will hereby by executed for your wrongdoings. Do you know why?"

I kept my head down in shame and answered in a clear, steady voice.
"I travelled to Earth without permission and made myself aware to the human I was assigned with guarding." There was a moment where I swear He was still deciding whether or not to go through with it. Then, that possibility evaporated.
"Precisely. You have been a loyal soldier thus far, and you are appreciated for your service. I hope you're honored to be killed by the hand of God." I nodded my head before I felt the blade on my neck.

I looked into his emotionless eyes and as my dying wish I prayed my human get a better Guardian Angel than I was. He nodded before I felt the sharp tip of the knife cut through my soul, then, blackness. Forever, blackness.