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The Wisdom of the Blind, Zuriel the Betrayed
Approaching Bloodsage Port
"So... What are we supposed to do with him?"
"Do what?"
"You know. Do we like??? Just throw him into the Cistern??? Take him to Professor Shadownvyne???"
"Maybe we should take him to the Professor. Or see if anyone knows any regenerations spells to speed up the process."
"Yeah. Your first-aid doesn't seem to be doing him any favors. Is he still bleeding?"
"Hold on, let me check."
The sudden peek of light made the angel want to vomit. Coupled with the sensation being rocked back and forth, and the stickiness of what was his own blood beginning to crust was doing his nervous stomach no favors.
"Yeah, but I think his regeneration is starting to kick in."
"How are we going to explain this??? Hey boss, we were wandering the human realm for a bit when we found an ArchAngel bleeding out in an Alleyway. Neat huh."
"Maybe add the fact that its face was being eaten by demon blood."
"Who the hell decided to pick a fight with an Archangel, blind it, and then leave it for dead?"
His captors just kept talking, trying to puzzle out why a demon would leave such important prey behind. Demons... They would never believe it was his fellow angels, archangels, his siblings in fact, that left him in such a state. He tried to swallow past the dry, tender track of his throat. It had been a while since he tore it screaming in agony twice, the first time when the blood began to burn, and second when his would-be saviors attempted to flush the wounds. Oh, how he felt sick, but he also felt numb as well. The archangel should be writhing in agony, but all he could focus on is the twisting of his stomach.
"-I'm just saying it's weird. Hey, Archangel."
He raised up his head, regretting having lifted it as the taste of bile filled his mouth.
"What's your name? Or do they not give you guys names anymore?"
"Zuriel... My name is Zuriel."