June 24, 2013
The boy lay still in the rain-soaked field. A winged woman in fitting clothes stood a few feet from him. She was smoking a black cigarette, a look of apathy on her face. "You know, it's not your fault for thinking you were destined for something much greater than yourself. A lot of people do, and end up just like you," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You're a bit special though. Struggled that much..." She raised her right arm and wing, then said, "Stay away from God. He doesn't need you, not now, not ever."