Heavens-little-demon

The manor had it's own infirmary, which was where Damian had sent the angel. It was a fairly large room which consisted of a bed, a table and chairs, several shelves filled with potions and medical supplies. Onyx was sat on the table, his tail flicking back and forth lazily as he watched the angel who was face down on the bed wings spread across the room. Onyx turned to Damian, head tilted to one side. “I suggest you heal his wings before you drop dead, you look like a walking corpse.” Damian glared at the cat, gritting his teeth at the condescending tone his voice had taken. “Go to hell Onyx.” “Been there, done