Sci fi - Prolouge
The rain was a constant it seemed. People moved about, the sun rose and set (he assumed this, having only sensed a slight alteration of the ambient light outside) buildings rose and fell but there was always the rain it seemed.
He looked down into the city and watched far below the people going about their day. Some going to work, others returning home from an evening shift. Some running errands for their loved ones. Some going to places of education. And lastly, some on their way to meet the creator. He sensed these last people rather than saw them, his ability to do that now gone.
His coat was wet and heavy and it felt oppressive on his back. A pressure he was not used to yet, but willing to take on for the duration of his mission. He wondered how these people could stand the pressure on them. How they could stand to feel so heavy and burdend.
Stepping out to the edge of the roof and looking out over the city, he throws his arms out, letting the coat fall off and exposing his wings.
"And so I bring the word of God to you. My wings dipped in your blood."
May God have mercy on them all.