Earth really wasn’t so bad. The only huge downside was the angel’s purity. It cast a huge aura of one untainted being, although Aym’s case was a bit different. While mortals may feel happier in the presence of an angel, they couldn’t identify the being as an angel. Demons and other angels could, however. And it wasn’t as if Aym was actually trying to hide, despite how many had already found him from his aura. It filled the area in a three block radius. While there was purity, there was something underneath it that made the humans in the area antsy and jittery. He was on top of a small building, something built for their car repairs, and Aym didn’t even have a glimmer on, to protect him from any human that may be looking.

The brown haired male had been healing for the past six months, and honestly, it had taken a lot out of him. At home he had used the little light all angels had and his wings without a second thought. Becoming a fallen had changed that, for sure, but it wasn’t as easy as people made it sound. Stray from the path, oop, you can’t go home. He knew from experience other angels simply thought of it that way. The reality was much more painful. Aym’s deep brown eyes flickered to his wings. Tiny tendrils of black threaded through, barely noticeable, but from those grew a copious amount of grey, as if the black color had spilled in water and was slowly staining the angel’s wings.

Aym didn’t need to look to know the same was happening to his hair. The soft brown locks were stained at the roots of the hair. The coloring had started the moment his judgment was passed down to him. There had been something inside of him, and it had been taken at that moment. Since then, the black had visibly spread, starting at his chest, the veins turning dark under his skin. It showed itself in his eyes, in his hair, on his chest, and right there on his wings. A spreading, leaking, mark of shame.

He’d been sick then, vomiting, and terrified. Angels could eat, but usually didn’t, and the fact that he hadn’t eaten for hundreds of years had meant nothing, his body expelling something within. Aym pushed that thought away, unable to continue, and focused on other events. His flight feathers pulled out, making his wings throb for days after, and what had insured that his decent was quick and painful, not leaving the option of an attempt to return home. Even the bones of his wings had been shattered, but they had let the fall handle that, the impact had been so strong that any mere human would have been unrecognizable. The white feathered beauties had been held high and proud once, but now they lay limply against the roof. They were still tender, and it revealed itself in how Aym moved. The male stood, and the wings cautiously spread, keeping his balance, though they seemed stiff. He could heal faster than a human, and probably most demons. But his wings would always be a little off now. Even with the pain, however, Aym was grateful. It meant he still had them. Some angels had done so much wrong their wings were ripped from their backs.

Aym’s feathers fluffed as he watched the sky. He seemed to find something a false alarm and settled back down a moment later, splaying out in the sun.

Being Fallen wasn’t as bad as it could have been, actually. Other than the healing process, when he’d been left damaged and vulnerable, Aym had done alright. Demons mostly revered angels. The fallen, at least. It was a symbol of revolt, of chaos. Something going against what they stood for. They seemed to hold a basic disdain for a regular angel, and it was considered with high regard if a demon managed to capture an angel and keep them, but the fallen they were almost respectful to. It was a ton more fun than being an angel…that was for sure. Aym felt freer than he ever had. If it hadn’t of been for what he had left back home, Aym would have been perfectly content with his new life, and would have been back in the nightclub his newly made demon chums were chilling in, despite it being early afternoon.

And honestly, Aym had been on his way to join them, giving up hope for another day, when movement caught his eyes. Sure enough, an angel was descending. Aym squinted, but couldn’t make out if this was a known angel or not. The glimmer didn’t help, making the air shimmer and shift around the other celestial being. The fallen felt his heart thump, and smiled at the feeling. It had been a long while, and he’d even began to wonder if that is what had been taken from him.
Aym glanced at the figure once more, before stepping to the backpack he’d left in the shade. He tugged out a mirror. Even angels had little tricks they could use, after all, and there was no way his wings would carry him to the other form. Not to mention, there was always a chance that this one arriving wouldn’t be who Aym had been waiting for, or, even if it was, it was doubtful his old friend would even look his way now.

Shrugging off the doubt, Aym lifted the mirror, catching the light of the sun, and positioning it towards the descending angel, flickering light into the creature’s eyes to draw the attention of it to him.