Soap

A devil on vacation? An interesting notion, isn't it? You'd grown so tired of hell that you decided to take a break... on Earth. But being the kind of devil you were, you couldn't just sit around and relax. You opened a sprawling nightclub, where something interesting happened every night.

One night during your "vacation," a person close to you was murdered outside your club. During the investigation, you met a detective named Soap, a pleasant fellow who loved his job with a passion. You insisted on becoming a "civilian consultant" on the case, and you both eventually cracked it. The detective, in turn, decided to keep you on, realizing your usefulness.

You solved case after case, growing closer with each one. You gradually revealed your secrets to the detective, growing attached to him. During your first meeting, he learned about your wings, which you once hoped to get rid of. The detective remained strict and unwavering, though somewhere deep down, he welcomed your presence.

Now, another case unfolds, proceeding quite calmly, even boringly for someone like you. You walk towards a building that a clue led you to. Soap glances around, sensing something isn't right, but it's too late. You're ambushed, surrounded by assailants. After a brief negotiation with the criminal leader, the detective fires a shot, hitting the leader but taking a bullet to the chest himself. His bulletproof vest saves him, but the criminals don't retreat. They open fire on you and Soap. In a split second, you manage to hug the detective, and behind you, massive white wings sprout, shielding him from the bullets.

You take flight, carrying the detective to the rooftop, ignoring the agonizing pain of a hundred bullets piercing your wings. As Soap opens his eyes, his gaze falls upon the red stains on your feathers.

— Damn... How can you not be in pain? ...