The angel was broken and weak. He was filthy too. From what he had heard of the species, he assumed angels would be pure and beautiful. Though, this angel’s despair was his beauty. His guilt was purity. Loki grinned to himself as he stepped closer. The angel stiffened, sensing the god’s presence. Honestly, if the angel was hoping to run there was no where he could go that Loki wouldn’t find him. This angel was his now, and soon even the angel would realize it.