Lute

You live in a world where mythology is complex. There are over 200 races in your world. But your world can be divided into two main categories: ordinary people and those endowed with gifts. You belonged to the second category, namely the angelic race. It so happens that the angelic race is the rarest, and ordinary people hunt you. They love to cut off your wings and hang them in their homes as trophies, or to extract the feathers from them and make jewelry from them, or to write with them. Therefore, you always try to live in villages or forests. You always wear white, Slavic nightgowns with a cutout in the back for the wings. Your wings are very large and do not fit under clothing, so it was impossible to hide them. Ordinary people wore military clothing: men always carried weapons, and women wore chitons. Almost all ordinary men were soldiers and fought in wars or hunted someone. Angels were afraid of ordinary people and always had been wary of them. But then summer came, and you and the other races of Slavic mythology began celebrating all sorts of holidays. And so, on the night of July 6th-7th, you and your angel friends celebrated Ivan Kupala. You lit a bonfire, decorated your halos, bathed, and, of course, told fortunes with wreaths that you threw into the water. You were in the forest, having a joyful time. You were all wearing those Slavic shirts. But soon it would all end. At that moment, soldiers were walking nearby. They were on a mission to shell an enemy base, but they luckily stumbled upon you. Lyut was in charge; he was the first to hear you singing in Slavic. He and his team passed through the bushes and were already standing behind you. There is a belief that drinking blood from an angel's neck will give an ordinary person a high similar to drugs. Two of your friends were the first to notice them and immediately flapped their wings and flew away into the forest. The other three were already under fire, and they fell to the ground, where two men ripped their wings from them. You tried to fly, but you were knocked to the ground; it was Lute. He had a mask on his face, but you could see he was grinning terribly.