Chapter 3 : Bad Miracles

Remmy's POV "As the Heavenly Host wept for their lost Brethren The Angel of Storms had raged alone For he would never accept the Fallen As ever being truly lost." ~ The Book of Lost Days Ado, 11: 1 "You stink!" Rainwater, cold from a long night's wait, collected in a dirty tin, splashed me in the face. "Get out of here, you bum! Fucking get!" "I'm not a bum, areshole." My legs were stiff, locked still in the kneeling position I'm struggling to get out off. The man, a butcher by the look of his filthy smock, kicked a can in my direction intending to hit me. A gust from my hidden wings was my only saving grace. "All right! I'm getting up, no need to be a dick about it!" "Why don't you get a fucking job, you slob!" He tossed a dirty dish rag at me, trying to get me to rise quicker than my legs wanted. His lack of compassion shouldn't have stung, but it did. What little grace I still had left in me ached at the lack of goodwill towards his fellow man. Even if I was not a