Tweek shivered, his hooves clacking and echoing through the entrance of the small, abandoned church he called home. The air inside was cool and carried the faint scent of old wood and dust. Sunlight streamed through cracked stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the stone floor.

It wasn't like he enjoyed living in a church, but it wasn't as if he had much of a choice. Small towns like the one he was tied to rarely had anywhere to stay that wouldn't be discovered quickly. The church offered seclusion and sturdy walls, even if the religious symbols made his skin prickle uncomfortably.

Only, he didn't get two steps into his home before the sight in the pulpit froze him in his tracks. Wings—so many wings, glowing faintly with an otherworldly light. His breath caught in his throat as recognition hit him: an angel, and not just any angel by the looks of it.