"Even angels can grow tired of heaven and long for the sweet release of oblivion."

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His greyish wings stained with a scarlet color at the tips spread out in the air, no flapping, they just sat there as if pinned to a wall.

Others may say being an angel is a gift. You were saved by He himself, and given the power to protect and fly. Is this even true?

Dazai, an angel who works close by Him, longs for escape from this torturous place. Anytime he gets close, he's saved by another angel, leaving him in an endless land call heaven.

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