The Wayward Son

Everyone has their own image of angels. Winged guardians from above. Little babies in diapers sleeping on clouds. Whatever the case. They're all wrong. They walk among us. They watch and protect us, but we don't see them. They are hidden.

He is called Remiel. Remiel has been wandering the streets without reprive for longer than any other angel would dare. He'd say it is for the humans, but truthfully, he just doesn't feel like Paradise is home anymore. He doesn't feel deserving.

---->Side Note. The numerous characters of this story are in the Characters Section with pictures I found that resemble what I imagined them to be. There is a lot, but almost anybody mentioned in this story will be there. I do not own those pictures. I just found them. Please leave comments and enjoy.