The wings were so beautiful that Susan stared and didn't know when he carried her in his arms. They were no longer falling.
The four beautiful white wings flapping gradually behind him were so mesmerizing that she almost forgot to breathe and in a breath, she muttered,
"Angelic!"
Hearing this, Damian laughed.
"I am, aren't I?"
Susan jolted out of her mesmerization and looked at Damian's smug.
"I was simply talking about the wings." She said.
"But the wings are mine. They are a part of me. If they are beautiful then so am I." She couldn't argue with that.
"How does a devil possess such angelic wings?" She asked and he tilted his head.
"Haha! I was once an angel, you know." He said but it was so unbelievable. Yet, the wings were proof that he was telling the truth.
"You were?"
"And I was the most favored one at that." Now, she definitely couldn't believe that.
