Chapter Thirty-Three
Normally, demons don’t have feathered wings,” Jackal began, lacing his fingers in front of him. “I’m the only demon with that privilege because Gloria made sure I inherited Satan’s wings when Erebos’ soul merged with him. You, too, have the gift of naturally feathered wings, but, you didn’t inherit that from me...” Jackal paused and looked over at Gloria.
“You were born as an angel, Regal,” Gloria cut in. “You were originally an Angel of Patience destined to become one of the strongest Guardian Angels in history. You had the power and potential to protect dozens, if not hundreds, of people at a time rather than being tied down to one human soul. You were merely a baby, hardly old enough to crawl...” Her voice was filled with the sorrow of a mother who lost her child.
