Open RP:| al

Red blood dropped to the floor as he sat on his desk panting, he held his shoulder from where it was bleeding. The angel was covered in his and black blood, he was pale from the fight but in his hand he held a scroll sealed with a wax stamp. He leaned against the wall letting some of the blood drip from the cuts on his back onto the desk that he was sitting on, he looked up and struggled to stand once he did he carefuly placed the scroll within his desk drawer. Al limped his way to the kitchen and fell to his knees exhausted then fell to his stomach “..it hurts” he said as bloody bird feathers littered the floor, he lost consciousness.