The night was ashed with chaos. Swarms of people swelled into the small village. Torches clashed with the sky in a wary tumult. The men and women shouted protests against the mysterious man in the center of what was soon to be an inferno. His pitch black wings were nailed firmly onto the gallows. He was on his knees bound by thick leather ropes. He inhaled deep ragged breaths as rocks swirled from the people around him. Some missed others hit.

  “Hold! Now he burns!” A hefty man called though the screaming crowd.  They all roared in agreement, all but a maroon haired woman in the front. She dashed past the executioner to the man’s side. She cupped his hands with one of hers, his face with the other.

  “This is unjust!” she cried brushing his pitch hair from his eyes and stroking his dirty face. His steel grey eyes looked up. They were tired but content.

  “Let them burn me Marcella, they cannot hurt me.” He raised a bound hand and stroked her soft worried face. “We will meet in another life, I still as I am an outcast of heaven, and you, a human woman.” He let his head fall back down.

  “But I want you in this one!” She pleaded attempting to raise his head again. “No Wrath! Look at me!” She was yanked away screaming from his side by a Strong hairy arm. She was tossed crying into the crowd. She failed to find her footing as people began to throw torches at the bound angel. Tears tell rapidly from Marcella’s eyes as the man looked at her. Streaks of blood fell from his eyes as tears. Then all at once he disappeared into a burst of light…

  Wrath pulled himself from the memory as he blinked into the pounding rain.

  Rain fell sideways with the hard winds. The small droplets of water felt like needles on his skin. He shook his black wings off and forced them into his back. He rolled his shoulders and grabbed the gutter of the house as an extremely strong wind blew against his back. Through the rain his gaze found what it was looking for.

  He blinked into the water that ran into his eyes and focused on the black stretch limo. It whipped into the long paved drive quickly. The windshield wipers were on full blast fighting futilely against the pounding rain. He stared at the black tinted windows hoping she was there.