Lerael felt a disturbing presence behind him. He turned around and saw one of the smaller angels stood there. A huge creature was behind him. He knew that god would not be pleased that it was here but he felt intrigued nonetheless.
The angel got up on his feet, frowning at the strange question. “Of course. Are your wings not real?” He hadn’t met anyone with fake wings yet. Every angel had wings. It was just as natural as having feet. With what else could you fly?