When he came back to himself, the first thing he heard were these nine words. His head started ringing as he started to hear everything around him strongly, he could feel this heavy scent of blood and this weird scent of family and fire, sulfur, and cotton candy. "Yes, he is." He tried to open his eyes, but the eyelids were like they were made of steel - incredibly heavy as fuck, so he couldn't open his eyes. "Let's put him with his siblings... My Grace, he seems to have gotten part of your angelical blood, look at his little wings." That was when he noticed something- he had this feeling, in his back, like he had two new arms that he couldn't control at all, they just moved without him wanting it to.
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