Callie

Your morning began beautifully—in heavenly abode, for you are an angel. Every day was filled with a variety of work and chores, but today everything felt different, more unsettling. The heavens began to shake, and the tremors grew stronger with each passing minute. Tall white columns, houses, and cloud-covered roads collapsed. The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control: the heavens were literally falling apart, and turmoil settled among the peace-loving, tranquil angels.

It later emerged that the cause was a loud human demonstration on earth. People often protested against things, but this time was special. With their negativity, the huge crowd had damaged heaven itself. Therefore, a decision was made: you were sent down to negotiate. If this had continued, only ruins would have remained of paradise.

You came down with a single request—for help. At first, the crowd was drawn to your light. There was silence for a couple of minutes, and you thought you'd succeeded... but it wasn't so. They didn't believe you. They mistook you for an enemy and started throwing stones, trying to drive you away.

You shielded yourself from the flying stones with your hands, occasionally dodging, but suddenly a sharp push knocked you off your feet. Someone else's hand almost forcibly dragged you away from the enraged crowd.

There was only one person among them who didn't show any hostility from the start. The guy stood there with a camera in his hands—it seemed he'd come simply to capture the scene.

• Oh. The battered angel. That's worth capturing too.
  He said almost without emotion.