(Warning! Blood, violence, oofie doofie stuff so be warned. This one's graphic)

    (Roman's POV)
This is bad. Jackyl's out and we are just now noticing that Virgil left the house. We have been out searching for him for awhile now, but have had no luck. We all decided to head back home, hoping he would show up soon.

    The next day was a mess.

We all got up when Remy came running in talking about some thing going on down town. So, we all got ready and went down town.

    "Remy, where did you say all the commotion was?" Logan asked, but his question was awnsered when we found a mob of people standing behind yellow tape. The police were interviewing a few adults. "What's this all about?" I asked someone near me. They didn't say anything, only pointed up. I looked up and almost puked.

   There, hanging from a couple ropes, was Virgil. He had hooks stabbed through his wings, holding him up. He's not dead. It takes way more than that to kill a reaper. I started pushing through the crowd. "Move. Move!" I jumped over the police tape. "You need to get him down!" The police were holding him down. "Sir, sir! You need to calm down!" I pushed them off me. "He's not dead! You need to get him down!" Thomas and the others crossed the line too. "He's right officer! You need to get him down before he wakes up!" Thomas said.

    The officer looked skeptical before turning around to a few others. "Get the body down and check the pulse." The officers nodded and walked into one of the buildings. The police man turned back. "Do you know that man?" I nodded, feeling sick. "What's his name?"

"Virgil Black. He lives with all of us. Are those the people who found him?" I asked, gesturing to the people being interviewed. "Yes sir." I nodded. "Could I speak with them?" The officer looked hesitant, but nodded. I thanked him and made my way over to the group. God I hope they dont know much. "Hey, are you the people who found my boyfriend?" I asked. The first one nodded. "Yes, I'm so sorry for your loss... Im Joan." I shook his hand. "Thank you, but he's not dead." I looked up at the body, watching the officers unhook him carefully.

    "So. What are all your names?" I asked, looking back at the group. "Im Talyn. They/them pronouns." One said. "Im Joan, they/them." Joan said.

"Valarie"

"Terrence"

"Emile. Emile Picani."

I shook all their hands. I looked over and saw that they were bringing Virgil over on a stretcher. I watched them check his pulse. "Sir! The man was right! He's still breathing!" The officer I was talking to looked at me with a strange look. "Take him to the hospital." He said before making his way over. "How did you know? And what's with the wings?" I panicked slightly, but Logan came to my rescue. "He went to a cosplay convention. Must of been attacked when he was heading home and he is very strong." The officer just nodded and walked away.

    "Guys. We need to get home now. We will pick Virgil up later." He heald something up and we all made our way home. I have a bad feeling about this. "Alright guys. I pulled this off of Virgil before they took him away. It's a letter. From Jackyl." We all froze, looking at eachother. "What did it say." Logan sighed before reading it off.

   "Have fun covering this up Thomas. The humans will know eventually, about all of us.
           Sincerely yours,
                                Jackyl."

   Thomas seemed lost in thought, looking very conflicted. "So... He's trying to expose divine existence?" Patton asked. We looked at eachother, having no idea what to do.

Okay, so this is the picture I spent all day on. Be warned.

If you look close enough at the wings, there is blood in the feathers under the hooks.

It's how Virgil was hanging from the ropes!

I hope you're enjoying this story so far and I hope you are having a great day/night!

Take it easy guys, gals, and my fellow non-binary pals! Peace out!

-Marsh