Ra lay silently under the lamp, his eyes remaining closed as he waited for the ones who drug him to his cell to leave. He could feel the hardening of his blood and what little strength he still had leaving his trembling body.<span style="font-style: italic">What kind of angel am I? To get myself into such situations, yet my oath prevents me from harming them. I am here to do my job. </span>Ra sighed and grabbed a bar on the left of his cell and huffed some while he pulled his pain ridden body to a sitting up position. A loud hiss slid past his clenched teeth as he grabbed the blood remains of his wing. Tears rolled from his blue eyes, his chest rising and falling in passionate silent gasps for air.<span style="font-style: italic">I have never known such painâ€¦</span>. The angel looked about his cell relieved to be the only creature within the area. He could take the time to heal.<br/><br/>The circus was the kind that made its money off of an older crowd, the kind that takes joy in pain, sexy thoughts, and adult varieties of entertainment. Its how Chuck Jody was able to keep it up and running. To enter of see the show a person had to be eighteen or older and sign a waiver understanding what may or may not be seen. Many of the workers were only doing it because they had nowhere else to go and no other way of living. It was sickening how badly they were taken care of. But Ra, being an angel was taken care of the least â€œHe will fix himself or use some kind of magic to tend to himselfâ€¦ so donâ€™t bother with him.â€ Chuck had told his workers the day Ra brought to their show.<br/><br/>It was true, Ra had magic abilities to heal himself, however without certain necessities that magic was hard to use and was becoming limited. Ra had not eaten in the three weeks he had been involved with this disgusting place. The starvation, lack of sleep, blood loss, and inability to rid his body of the impurities it was being dealt he was losing life each day. Water was given to him however his body couldnâ€™t handle it so he wouldnâ€™t drink it. Instead he needed white wineâ€¦ oh how he missed his wine. He missed his creator and the sweet fruits and mana he was given as food. He missed being rubbed down with holy water to get rid of dirt and other particles his body gathered on the daily basis. Those things he use to know before he was told to become a guardian.<br/><br/>His back leaned against the cold bars that formed walls around him as he sat his head bowed and his hands laced in his lap. His legs were bent so he was sitting on his knees, his thumbs and index fingers were straight and touching. The thumbs pressed into the center of his chest where a bright golden light was seen pulsing. Under his breath he chanted faintly. The large tattoo on his torso began to glow and all the golden blood on his side began to travel back to his wing, which slowly started to regain its shape. Hisses and groans came from him as he continued working to fix the damage. But he was weakâ€¦very weak, by this point in time. He had only managed half his wing to reform before he was forced to stop. The world was spinning and he was having a hard time breathing. His head lay against the bars and the world got silent.<br/><br/>The silence at some point was interrupted byâ€¦purring. Ra opened his eyes trying to see what was causing the noise, his head pounded and his entire body ached.<span style="font-style: italic">â€Whoâ€™s there?â€</span>he asked with his mind not having the strength to physically produce words. He could tell the creature was not quite as it seemed but he was in too much pain to decipher exactly what was trying to get his attention.