When Ophelia left the fallen one, she didn't just leave his sight, but the sight of others and headed off to allow her wings to come out. She was invisible as she watched from a nearby rooftop, her wings shielding her from the unwanted eyes around her. The humans seemed to be helping him, but there was still nothing more inside of her except for pity. It took some kind of greed and vanity to do as he had, but she couldn't allow him to die. He wasn't ready yet.
She could feel the twitch in her wings, that meant she was meant to go before her lord and the head angel under him for what she had done. Most angels as hurt as he was were meant to dissolve into ash, not become a fallen angel. She stood and pushed off the roof and allowed her wings to carry her up to the gates. She was let in and just like any other time, the angels looked upon her with the pity she held for them.
"Yes, my lord." she bowed down to the lord before her. He was the god that controlled life and death and how those ferried onward. Most saw him as the master god, at least that was how the human relinquished it. There was no god to out rule the others. Beside him, at his right hand was Gabriel, one of the guardians. Her lord controlled the guardian angels and the angel of death.
"You have done something peculiar, Ophelia." he spoke, his voice very light but it boomed the same.
"I am aware, my lord. He's not ready though." she reasoned and the blonde Gabriel stepped forward and helped her to her feet.
"We know you have your reasons Ophelia, and this is the first time you have saved an angel from death, but he is your responsibility." Gabriel informed her and she nodded.
"I am aware, my lord, Gabriel, but I couldn't stand idly by and watch a creature not ready for death to die and wander. I have done that with humans under your command, but you have given me the rite of judgment for angels." she accepted the responsibility and her lord and Gabriel stared at her.
"If you can help him, he may be able to find eternal peace. Only you can help him though." her lord spoke. "Go, you have someone ready to die and in need of guidance."
"Yes, my lord." she spoke, and she exited the gates and headed down to earth where her wings led her. She landed not far from where she needed to be and she walked into the small hut where she was led. The woman was alone in the hut and she was in pain. She smiled, sadly.
"Lord, please take me." the woman begged, and Ophelia walked over to her.
"Hush my child. Sleep." she whispered, closing the woman's eyes and placing a hand over her heart. She hummed softly to the woman and she saw the woman's soul come from the body soon. "Follow me, do not be frightened."