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“Guilty!” a man shouted from the back.
“Cut off their wings!” a woman hollered from the lower part of the stadium.
No, not the wings.
Angels were made to endure pain. But each feather in our wings was like a human’s vein. Losing even one hurt like hell.
And wing size determined status. An angel without wings might as well be human.
Over the millennia, the Watchers, also known as Earth angels, lived among the humans to guide them. When Asmodeus conquered the human world, he influenced the mortals to rebel against the Watchers.
The elimination of the rebels should have been swift, but the OA had been absent too long. We were not prepared for their cunning and their weapons. It seemed they had been preparing for our arrival.
The rebels had captured and restrained us with hematite cuffs and had systematically reduced our numbers by chopping off our wings or killing at their whim.
I pulled at the chains on my wrists to test them, but even if I were to free the Watcher beside me, he might not have any fight left in him.
Demon and human soldiers, and Watchers who had aligned with our adversary, paced the outskirts of the giant walls surrounding the stadium as if anticipating a rescue.
Had news of my capture spread to other OA teams?
I doubted the news would have traveled so quickly, especially when they weren’t aware of the meeting that had gone awry.
Even if it had, OA never rescued anyone. It was against policy to leave our duty, no matter the reason.
“What do you say, citizens?” Asmodeus waved a hand.
Levia must have some influence over the king for him to side with her proposal.
“Cut off the wings!”
“Burn them!”
“No.” The Watcher beside me strained to speak, his voice raw. “You’re a Seraphim.”
One of his wings drooped and bent in an awkward angle. I cursed the being who had done that to him.
“Hey, no talking.” The baldheaded demon snarled from his resting stance behind us.
“What’s your name?” My voice came out barely a whisper.
“Kante. Can’t you free us?”
Yes, I can, I wanted to say, even if it was no longer true in the damned cuffs. No matter, I had to try. If my team had been captured, then I had to fight for them too.
I’d rather die in a battle than go down giving up.
I sensed humiliation from Kante as he lowered his head. He knew I didn’t have a chance of saving him when I didn’t answer.
Even if I freed us, I couldn’t defeat all those demon soldiers. Even a child could understand that it was impossible for us to win.
Asmodeus waved a hand at the baldheaded guard, a gesture to kill. I yanked at the shackles. This time, the wooden pole shifted just a tiny bit—enough to give me hope.
“Let him go!” I tugged at the chains again, clanking against the pole. “You have me.”
When a group of humans first killed a Seraphim, they learned our blood cured diseases and even extended mortals’ lives. More incentives to capture or terminate us besides being demons’ adversaries.
The hunters were ignorant of the differences between angels, assuming anyone with wings bled the same, until they discovered the unique features that distinguished Seraphim—a blend of white and gilded feathers, and golden blood. After this revelation, there were far fewer Seraphim.
