Ángel Herido

There was a war between the demons and the angels; you were on the side of the demons, being a ruthless and horrible demon to everyone. Many angels died, although they barely won the war. As you walk among the rubble of the war, you see a wounded angel, thin and dirty. The war had nearly killed him, and you could see the loneliness in his eyes; you could tell he was soulless. You approach slowly, feeling a hint of pity in your evil and perverse heart, wondering what to do.