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Broken Wings | richie tozier

"This... This is a joke, right? Please let this be a joke." He said. You swallowed before standing up and turning your back towards him.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm crazy, right? But it's the truth." You said, closing your eyes.

Angels had wings, of course. But, they could make them appear and reappear at their own will. This came in handy when God needed to send his angels to earth to do things for him. Sometimes it was very important tasks, other times it was just simple errands. However, if an angel is doubtful of themselves or their abilities, their wings may begin to fade. They'll drop their feathers, and the pure white becomes stale yellow. They'll become battered and matted and you will soon lose the purity once granted upon you.

Your self-loathing came quick, and because it did, making your wings reappear was hard. But once you focused your mind, you could feel them becoming visible. But just because they could be seen, didn't mean they were a pretty sight. As expected, they were impaired. Beaten and bruised and worn by an angel unfit to use that name.

You turned to him, tears in your eyes. You didn't know why you were crying. You didn't know why it hurt. But your heart ached and your knees were weak. You felt dirty. You felt wrong. You felt all the negative feelings in the world swirl up and sit in your stomach. You felt broken. Just as broken as your wings.

"I have to go," Richie said, standing abruptly and knocking over his wine glass. You looked from your feet to his startled face.

"Richie, please. Don't... I know this is insane but... Please don't go." You whispered.

"I'm sorry..." He trailed off, his body already halfway out the door.

And so you were left with nothing but tears, spilled wine, and the sinking pit in your stomach often called loneliness.

>> timeskip <<

The night was creeping on, and Richie had found himself at a bar. But not just any bar. It was the bar that he had met you in. His head was in his hands and tears were slowly falling down his face. How could he be so stupid? How could he let himself fall for an angel?

This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. When he heard you call, he planned on telling you that he was falling in love. That you made him feel like no other person had ever made him feel. He was going to confess. But instead, you were the one who confessed, and you turned his entire world upside down. Richie Tozier, a demon, had become smitten with (Y/n) (L/n), an angel. He mourned the loss of what could have been, for there was no way an angel could love a demon.

But as the alcohol began to slide down his throat, his mind began to wander. What was an angel doing on earth? And more so, why were their wings beginning to deteriorate. He was told of a phenomenon similar to this years ago when he was still in hell. He had grown close to Lucifer and learned about angels. The way they were and the things they could do. It was nothing like how you acted. You were sweet and funny. Lucifer spoke of angels as boring and snooty. But maybe it was because he had fallen from heaven. Maybe it was the contempt he held for them that made him speak this way.

There was one thing he remembered the most though. The thing that stuck in Richie's head. An angel could lose their wings. They would symbolically break. This only occurred in two cases. If you commit an act so horrible God must remove your wings, or, the more likely cause, an angel feels they are unworthy. If an angel feels in their heart that they do not deserve wings, they will begin to fade. He was told that it was a painful process. The breaking of wings was not the painful part though, it was the emotions you began to feel that hurt the most.

Richie could only imagine what you were going through. How you were feeling. And he realized how selfish he was being. Here you were, an angel who left heaven because you felt undeserving and wrong, and all he could do was think of himself. He could only think of the person he was losing. He wanted to help you. He wanted to make you feel the way he sees you. Beautiful. Kind. Funny. A gift from God. And even if sending you back to heaven meant he would never see you again, he would be okay with that. Because if you were happy with yourself, that's all that mattered.