The Job Of an Angel
Mariel had no idea how long he’d been out, but he knew two things. One, his godsdamned -everything- hurt despite not being injured. He’d healed while he slept and was health-wise good as new, though the pain of the stain on his light was coursing through him and leaving him with an unpleasant pain pinging through his frame. The second thing he knew was that his collar was deactivated still. Sitting up, it took little to will himself into his suit of armor, though the shining silver was accented and engraved with black instead of the usual gold. He frowned, … Continue reading The Job Of an Angel