"Fallen" - Armageddidn't and Bunny

Id prefer to take the role of the human and also female if that’s okay.

Also sure! I’d love to discuss lore

Yep that’s fine! (:

So I’m assuming humans are unaware of this civil war? And it’ll become something more prominent (possibly effecting the human world) as the story goes on? I don’t really have much to add at the moment but I’m sure i’ll brainstorm things during the story :3

Okay sounds good~ I think I’ll have my character be blissfully unaware of angels and the war, until your character shows up at her doorstep that is

Late nights had never been a problem for Makael, at least until today. They'd been on the move towards where there had been reports of Imperialists attacking civillians. "There's only three." That's what they had been told. There wasn't only three. Something had gone wrong, and they were the last one left in the air. Their flight was spastic, one wing was bleeding freely, and they were heavily injured nearly everywhere else, but they were alive and still in the air, and that's what mattered. At least, that was the case until an arrow tore through their injury, causing them to yelp, spiraling down at an alarming rate. It was all they could do to avoid hitting a human's place of living, instead landing in the grass in the front as everything around them suddenly went red with the pain, then cut to black.

Makael was awoken by a panicked human slapping their face. They didn't mind, it didn't hurt compared to everything else. They slowly opened etherial blue eyes to examine the human. It was female, clearly, but they couldn't tell much else in the dim lighting. "... It is probably too late for this, but be not afraid." Their wings had begun smoking shortly after they fell, and now they were turning from a startling white to a charcoal black, one line of feathers at a time, starting from the base. They winced lightly, quickly averting their eyes as they braced themself in an attempt to mask their wings.

Makael grimaced as they were half-picked up, half-dragged across the lawn. They soon registered what the human was doing and made an effort to help by half-stumbling their way over the doorframe, collapsing the second they were let go of.

"You... really didn't have to do that, human... though I do appreciate it."

They finally managed to tuck their still-bloody wings back into the astral plane, trying to minimize the amount of mess they were making on the human's very nice tile floor. This just left their very broken arm and the hole going straight through their left leg, so mess successfully minimized.

They sucked in a breath they didn't need, relaxing now that they didn't have to strain. "I... apologize for ruining your evening. I mean, I suppose it would have been much more unpleasant had I fallen through your roof..."

They slipped a hand behind their head to rub the base of their skull in an effort to find the source of the dull ache. Their fingers returned wet with blood. This only drew an inquisitive hum from the otherworldly being. "I'd no idea we bled from there."

"The police will not be helpful in this situation. You ought to bathe. I can be gone by the time you're out of the bath, and you can sweep this all under the rug as a hallucination if that's what you wish." They knew that if they left, they has a much higher chance if being found and finished ioff, but they gave a brave smile to the human, showing none of the fear they felt. They didn't want to die. Just like most other living things, angels had a will to live. Still, if it meant taking this human out of the crossfire, they would willingly leave and give themself up. It wasn't personal, of course, they'd just met. It was duty and a feeling of being indebted mingling in their brain. They started to pull themself to their feet, wincing in the process.

Makael didn't bother arguing, limping over tithe couch, taking care not to bleed on it. They remained quiet, listening to the water run, shifting once it shut off into an almost-upright position.

Their gaze was calm as the human emerged, trying their best not to chuckle at what looked to be an attempt at intimidation in what was clearly sleepwear. They hid their amusement well.

My name is Makael.
I am an angel of the Lord. I had been fighting a war for many years to protect your kind. Some of my siblings... don't much care for humanity." Their unnatural gaze dropped as they remembered se things, keeping it to themself. "But many of us do. The things you're capable of... it's fascinating. I want to see where humanity will be in a hundred years."

Makael nodded lightly, gazing off toward the window. "I'll have to at least bandage myself up before they come back to finish the job. Do you happen to have what I believe is called a first-aid kit?"

They started to stand again as they spoke through gritted teeth, keeping most of their weight on their uninjured leg.

[{ So…. I have this little idea that Cassie comes from a bloodline of hunters that were given special powers by the good angels to be “secret weapons” of sorts against the bad ones. These powers sometimes skip generations though and Cassie is currently the only living relative with these abilities (not like she knows about that yet). I haven’t quite worked out what those abilities will be though, I just thought it would be fun to make her a little powerful and maybe give more reason for her to be a target/relevant to the war.

This idea sounded a lot more organized in my head when I thought about it last night ^w^” And I’m still working on exactly how it’ll fit into the story. Also, If this doesn’t fit with your lore or if I need to change anything, lemme know ~ }]

"They may. I'm not entirely sure, but they'll likely go searching for me around the town." Makael refused to answer the first question, hardly even wincing as they used the rubbing alcohol on the leg wound. They then bandaged it, wrapping it tight. "I require some sort of stick." They stood up, limping toward the door.