The ex-winged guards nervously fumbled with locks on the medieval looking door.
“Ok when i open it you read the decree and cuff the prisoner.”
“You have me twisted I’ll open the door and you go in.”
As the lock twisted, the huge door lept open sending one former angel flying into the wall while the other hung suspended by the throat in the clutches of the farmer’s powerful grasp. The angel coughed out the words, “You are being released from here.”
The man’s strong hand sent the angel flying against the wall as he said, “no thanks i am fine where i am.”
Bam
The door slammed behind him.
A beautiful dark haired man appeared and slowly drew the door open whispering, “But Cain my pretty, we just need you for one more thing. It seems that your last performance left hate brewing inside the victim’s next of kin. I do know how you love to do your work on the disgruntled next of kin.”
The farmer walked to the door with blood lust in eyes and said, “Next of kin you say?”