When that Angel with the Blackened Wings set off into his new life, he wanted to look forward. The past however had different plans. Like hooks into his flesh, his past held on. He struggled so hard, the flesh ripping up from the body, the blood so horrid. He knew the pain would be there, he knew the pain. It was such an old friend. Embrace it he said. Keep pulling he said. Never give up moving forward, no matter how much your old friend wants you to stay. Shredding him, the scars will be deep, all the way to is soul. But he'll learn, he always did. He will survive.