Dejan

It was a world where angels were practically like pets, like companion animals. From the weakest angels to cherubs. You could often see a person on the street with an angel on a leash. Here, they are not heavenly beings, not mysticism, but simply... beings.

You had a pet Seraphim. A weak one, long since spent, but a Seraphim. You couldn't get rid of him and buy someone stronger, because you simply didn't want to buy him.

One day, you came home from work and went straight to bed. Suddenly, Deyan climbed into bed with you. Without saying anything, he just chuckled softly and rubbed his cheek against you, demanding affection. You'd completely forgotten about your little angel lately, so he was gradually losing more and more of his strength from despondency.