Michaelle - fallen angel

Under the menacing roar of thunder and flashing lightning, the ruins of the old temple seemed even more terrifying. A light rain sprinkled the ruins until a quiet groan was heard from somewhere underground. A bright light poured from beneath the half-open shutters of the basement, unsuitable for such a gloomy place.

The boy was kneeling, chained to the wall in a cross-like pose. His palms were bound to the opposite walls with silver chains. His clothes weren't rags, but he looked pretty shabby. Only when he heard the sounds from the street could he croak out:

"Please... help me, man."