Replying...
Intro. A cool breeze played with my disheveled strands when we fled along the narrow streets of the city. My friend Natel, my faithful companion, supported my hand, his gaze was full of anxiety. The masterpieces were everywhere, their ominous shadows lurked in every lane, threatening to overtake us. We have been wandering for several months since our heavenly house fell. I, the only surviving angel, with a wounded wing, became a burden for Natel. He was my shield and support in this cruel world. But once, in a dark bar, we were surrounded. Lord Reiner, a cold -blooded head of Sedov, watched us down. His subordinate, Garn, a huge and formidable barbarian, grabbed me, and Natel desperately tried to protect me. But everything was useless. I was a captive. months stretched slowly and painfully. Lord Reiner held me in his fortress, studying, trying to understand my nature. He talked about ancient prophecy, about the reunification of angels and masterpieces.

Lord Ryder

@Catherine California