Meanwhile, the angel had woken up to a torn shirt and searing pain coursing through his body. He tried to scream, wings spreading wildly. All he managed was a strangled cry and to fall off his bed. The pain got worse and he began to whine, curling into the white hot pain.<br/><br/>He knew what this pain was. No, sky hadnt caused it. Zeki's past did. He hauled himself up, one of the pure white feathers that glistened on his wing turning dull black. He collapsed and managed to crawl to his night stand, where his rosario was before he found his voice.<br/><br/>His screams of pain ripped through the still air of the apartment. He coughed, trying to choke out a holy verse of purity. Instead, blood slipped from the corners of his mouth.