Asmael
"What a hassle. You're probably rolling in your grave right now, aren't you?" A dejected voice cursed itself from the peak of a skyscraper. The angel just laid down and stared at the heavens, looking conflicted by some unknown thing. No... he knew full well.
He had no right to judge her for betraying him, did he? He should quit making excuses, hating someone just wasn't in his nature. But something was definetely amiss in his heart. The feelings of insecurity and sadness, the pain and sorrow that had built a tower that could reach the heavens. While he had fought to keep up with the expectations put on his shoulders, his brethren had simply thrown it all away.
Right now, he could only laugh at it. No, laugh at himself. He smiled and closed his eyes. He envied the way she could fly so freely without her true wings, he envied the way she could smile like nothing happened. He envied the way that human looked at her. The difference in power was all too clear, it just made sense that an archangel of her level could pull all of this off, when he couldn't.
So he'd smile. Not out of joy, but neither from hate. Admiration, worship in its truest form. To him, the morning star was an existence even higher than Father.
"You really are amazing, brother."
He had rested well, yes, and enjoyed the fine company of wild birds and animals. It was one of them who came to warn him about something...interesting. He followed its lead, and the more he advanced the more this presence tugged at him. High above the clouds, he could see two, no... four people in an alley.
So he slowly descended, though his presence wasn't immediately obvious until he let his wings shine like a beacon at about roof-level behind the three. The angelic wings were wrapped around his body no differently than a cocoon. A holy garb of sorts, revealing only enough to tell he was posing glamorously from inside, smiling at both gently and turning night time into day.
"What a strange diet you have. One would swear that technique was almost demonic."