The wings were a surprise once he got off his back. He thought the bumps under him had been his cape in a weird position, but no... he was something with wings now. Maybe even one of these angels? He didn't know.

He sits on the bed, assisting the angels around him with the latches on his armor, surprised by the amount of blood on them.

He... should be in hell for what he's done. Instead, why was he here?