My wings were ready to fly, but he clipped them. Feather by feather, until I had nothing left.
Then my savior came.
He waged a bloodbath to find me. He loves me. He wants his Angel to be free.
But how can I fly again when my wings are broken?
This war isn’t over. If he thought he could break her and just disappear, he was wrong. I am going to find him and break him like he broke her.
I made a vow to my Angel.
I promised to let her fly…I promised to save her soul.
And I never break my vows.