"If you care or love me, you will do as I ask and leave. Please." She said despratley and dropped the blade. Her eyes finally letting out a tear for him to see. "Okay," he whispered and let out his wings.
They were larger than others in size and it was understandable. The angels' wings usually represented their rank. The closer you were to the right hand the more larger and stronger one's wings were.
He bowed more forward before her, giving her access and she she plucked one, two, three, four feathers from him. They were quick to regrow themselves, she held them as though glass and they glowed in her hands. "What will you do with them?" He asked.
