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Deep blue eyes glared at the Heavens from the ground, their owner strolling amongst Earth's soil for some time to think. He had just wanted time away from those in the pits of Hell for a time, just to clear his head of the instinct he was damned with.
Logan Fausto shut his eyes and sighed. There was no point looking at the Heavens anymore, as his Creator had given up on him centuries ago. When he reopened them, he was not initially surprised to see what he thought was one of God's little guardian angels headed off to their duties. He was about to dismiss it as a normal occurrence until a second look was given.
The angel was indeed descending, but much too quickly for it to be purposeful. Rarely was there ever a daring angel willing to let gravity take complete control. This angel was falling, and gaining speed by the looks of it. This was not at all normal.
Leathery wings quickly opened, and into the skies the hell-spawn went. Why? He couldn't exactly say, even as someone who followed his brain 9 times out of ten, but his heart told him he needed to. Maybe it was because this event was different, new, and exciting. He thought this as his arms wrapped around the angel, halting the crash to the ground in its track.
What was immediately clear is that this angel had been injured by something or maybe even someone as the wounds seemed to be deliberate and in vital areas. The left wing was bloodied and a mere stump once you reached the elbow joint, the light blue polo being worn was torn to shreds with deep gashes across the stomachs and arms, and definitely a few blotchy hand-shaped bruises forming around the neck area. Definitely a deliberate attack.
The demon slowed the descent until they were safely on the ground to examine this angel more. An interesting turn of events for the knowledge seeking demon of Wrath, as this angel was definitely unique in more ways than one. For one, there was this blue heart shaped mark on the neck, even though it was quickly getting drowned out by the purpling bruises. Second, the wings were larger than those of the angels he had normally encountered, almost twice as large. Third, the halo wasn't a ring shape, but a disk, looking as if someone had made a glowing plate atop this head of honey blonde locks.
Logan finally began to truly look at this angel, a male. The demon wondered what to do with what would be a corpse in only a few hours at most. He contemplated just leaving him there to die and be on his walk again, but then again, he also contemplated studying him further, learning why this one was so different from the usual weaklings he had encountered.
"Virgil will probably give me an earful for doing this...." Logan groaned and decided he would bring the angel with him. After using the already torn shirt to bandage the bleeding wing and truly deep wounds, he hurried back to his home in the pits and prayed to whomever would listen that he would not be discovered bringing his mortal enemy to his fortitude of solitude.