Arius adjusted his lab coat as he approached the observation deck, the sterile smell of disinfectant burning his nostrils. Through the reinforced glass, he saw it - the first angel ever captured. The being sat cross-legged on the floor of the stark white room, his wings folded neatly behind him like a bird at rest. Soft golden light seemed to emanate from his skin, casting a warm glow against the cold titanium walls.

The scientist picked up his clipboard, but found his hand hesitating over the paper. Something about this creature was different from the demons and shadow monsters he'd studied for years. The angel's fingers traced patterns in the air, and Arius watched in astonishment as small flowers bloomed where his fingertips brushed the floor - delicate white blossoms pushing up through the cracks in the sterile surface.

"Subject continues to demonstrate botanical manipulation abilities," Arius muttered into his recorder, though his professional detachment was slipping. The security camera in the corner clicked as it shifted position, its mechanical whirring harsh in the otherwise silent observation room. Beyond the glass, the angel looked up suddenly, those impossibly blue eyes locking directly onto Arius. For a moment, the scientist felt an electric connection, as if the being could see straight into his conflicted soul. Then the angel smiled - a pure, innocent expression that made Arius's chest tighten with an emotion he couldn't name.