Luxy lay motionless on the cold ground, her breath shallow and uneven. Blood pooled beneath her, dark and shimmering, staining the floor around her. Above her, her angel sister hovered with trembling wings as she is about to escape. She stared at Luxy's torn back and the bloody feathers scattered everywhere.
Her voice cracked. "I… I did not mean… I did not do this. It wasn't me"
Luxy did not respond. Her eyes were open but unfocused.
Fear twisted across the angel sister's face. Without another word, she beat her wings and flew away, escaping into the night as if running from her own guilt. The sound of her departure echoed faintly.
Luxy remained still for several long seconds. Then her fingers twitched. Slowly she pushed herself off the blood-soaked floor. Her back dripped with crimson, the last wing stump raw and exposed. She staggered forward, barely able to stand.
Her voice came out weak. "My blood… it is red now."
