The slums. The worst place of modern society. It was the place where the 'weak' were kept. It was sad really. Here was where humans were harassed the most. They were poor, street rats. None were there to pity them except each other. Astirith didn't like the place. It looked pathetic compared to the others cities and such. Even the wastelands beyond the cities looked nicer than this at times. 

Astirith sat at a table inside a bar. His wings wrapped around him to hide his stature and appearance. Astirith often found himself in a bar. It wasn't because he was a drinker but because this was the most likely place for harassment to take place. It was early and he was sure people would come in the get a drink to take a bit of the pressure off. Astirith looked around to see if anything was going on. A few demons walked in and began to make trouble. They always did, they were demons, there wasn't a reason for them to not think they were better. Demons were powerful compared to most races the inhabited the earth, their demonic Magic gave them a great advantage too. One demon grabbed a man and tossed him from his seat. 

"You're in my seat meat puppet."

Meat puppet. A common term here. Humans were slaves and often didn't pull the strings around here...or anywhere for that reason. The demon walked up to the human and lifted him up. Another punch crossed the humans face as he fell again. Astirith stood up from behind them and made his move. A sword pierced the demons heart. His body burned a bit as the blade pierced his heart. His body dropped as the two occompaning demons faced Astirith.

"You just signed your death sentence puppet." The demon said aloud.

Astirith's wings unfolded. A holy light shined creating a radiant glow. The demons looked on shocked.

"An angel? How is..thi- this possible. Your kind left long ago." One demon said nervously.

"I guess not all of us." Astirith said in a chilling voice. "You fools forget...you may be free to wander the earth but you are not free of sin. I can punish you for your crimes against God or you can never come back. Now grab your friends Caracas and make a choice. The demons picked up their dead friend and fled the scene. Astirith sheathed his blade. His wings folded around him forming a cloak. He turned around and began to walk out the bar and leave the area. He wasn't to leave the slums but to find a private place to pray and atone for his sins.