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Tom just so happened to be an angel.
His wings spread to the sky like those of a hawk, warning the prey below him of a attack they won't survive.
It might sound cruel, but angels aren't all they're stacked up to be. They are not these perfect creatures with wings as white as snow. Angels are predators that work for Him, the creator of all life. They are creatures born from pain and light, an unholy mix turned into a ritual of sacred sacrifice. They will ravage His enemies without a second thought; their soul belongs to Him, so they serve him like there is no tomorrow. Hell, they're even blind because of His wishes. Their horns connect into a single circle, creating a halo above their head. It shines with His light, blinding them. However, through His grace, they can see. Not clearly, of course, but they can.
Humans come across as nothing more than little insects that can be destroyed if need be. Angels are seen as white, vague figures; it takes practice to tell these figures apart. Demons appear as the opposite -- black, terrifying figures, ready to tear the wings off of the angels.
Demons are angels who broke their horns. They (usually) ripped them apart and twisted them until they were in such obscure shapes that they couldn't grow back into halos, therefore abandoning their god. Of course, it does give them the ability to see like a normal creature.
Tom, despite doubting Him, is still an angel. He had just been put off of his shift on Earth, in which he was watching the city streets of some place called London. Nothing had been out of ordinary; no sign of demonic activity from what he could see with His grace. He let his wings spread, and, in a snap, disappeared from his post. Some angel would be there to replace him the moment he left, anyway.
Instead, he now found himself at a clearing in an unfound forest. The grass felt amazing under his feet. He could hear the sound of rushing water as he glanced around at the place he knew far too well for an angel. He came here everyday after his shift; it was peaceful, and the water from what he assumed was what the humans called a 'waterfall' blocked out any noise he made. At least from humans; he couldn't say the same for the animals that had better hearing, or other angels.
