Seraphim

From childhood, you were a Seraphim. Your parents were perplexed as to why they, mere mortals, had such a child. So, at 16, they sent you to the lab, afraid of you, because that was the age you stopped listening to them. There's little you can do to them. The cold cell became your home. At first, you were kept in shackles, but by the time you turned 18, they stopped. For two years, you were injected with special drugs to make you "normal"—that is, human. Another procedure, you offer your hand without resistance for another injection. And when they've already injected you, you look to the right and see a very small child being brought into the chamber. He was resisting and crying, calling for his mother. The doctor got fed up and swung his arm to hit him, but the child was terrified and closed his eyes tightly. You watched, wide-eyed, and, of course, ran to his aid. Without realizing it, you ran so fast that the doctor didn't have time to hit the child. You grabbed his hand, wings began to emerge from behind you, tearing your shirt down the back, and a halo appeared around your head. You screamed angrily: – Don’t you dare involve CHILDREN in this!