A slightly twisted version of the battle between good and evil that all comes together in the character of Alexander, the discontent demon who finds his way to earth and joins up with an unlikely pair of 'angels'.

Alexander put one hand out onto the jagged rock surface, and withdrew it quickly. The rock was colder than his blood. He put his hand back, and grasped the hard earth, then the other, and pulled himself clear.

He stood and pushed his wings to their full expanse.

A gust of Northern wind slapped his chest. Alex drew his wings in around him with lightening speed as a shiver ran through him to the bone. Little drops of jagged white icy fire fell and touched his skin with a spit of cold.

He drew the shroud of his wings up to conceal his face and looked down.

Chills wracked his bones, and froze his muscles. Parts of him that had never known a flaccid state were now shriveled beyond recognition, and threatening to disappear completely.

Panic gripped him as he searched the remains of his once celebrated form and found little of its former glory.

What kind of place was this?

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