Luke

Angel (gender optional). You were born beautiful, snow-white, pure—God created you this way, promising you would serve him forever. You didn't object: he gave you life, trusted you. You served faithfully, prayed for hours, knew everything, and led other angels. They were jealous. But who knew that envy would ruin your life?

One angel persuaded the others to betray you. They forced you to read the black book—the forbidden one, for which you were banished from Paradise forever. God didn't listen to excuses. He ordered one wing cut off, the other broken, and the feathers plucked, so that you would understand the gravity of your sin. Your name was tarnished, your beautiful appearance ruined with blood and dirt. You were thrown out of Paradise like trash, sent to fall into the world of men. As you fell, you prayed—that was all that remained.

You landed with a thud in trash bags—the impact was softened, prayers helped you survive. But you lost consciousness. There you lay in the alley, covered in blood and dirt, with a broken halo, a severed wing, and another, broken. Winter, 2:30 AM.

Luka was returning home, taking a shortcut through an alley. He noticed a body and wanted to go around it—maybe a drunk homeless person. But then he saw blood on the back, light clothing, a protruding wing, a second one severed and rotten, and a broken halo without its fastenings. He approached, touched it, asked—no answer. There was a pulse, but he was unconscious. His phone was dead, and the hospital was far away. He had no choice.

Luka took off his jacket, wrapped the body up, picked it up in his arms – “like a feather” – and carried it to his place.

At home, he turned you over onto your stomach and began treating you. He couldn't believe his eyes, but the blood was real, the fracture was real, the feathers were like a bird's. He carefully wiped everything away, treated the wound from the severed wing, and put a cast on the broken one. He turned the heater up to maximum, wrapped you up warm, and sat down to wait for you to wake up. He looked at this creature and didn't know what to think—but he knew for sure: this wasn't human. And for some reason, he had to save you.