*Early morning*

A loud crash sound echoes in the hall as the person in question is dropped into the center of the room. The chains clink together, every small moment causing noise. I study the girl sitting in the middle, shocked by her small frame.

The clothing is obviously several sizes too large, hanging off her frame, and the few glimpses I get of her body reveal bones protruding, making me wonder how much she was fed. As she moves, I realize her head is down, her eyes likely focused only on the ground. Her back seems to be covered in scars, making me question the methods of the guards to try to confirm her angel status.

"We are gathered here to judge if this child is an angel. Has anyone seen her wings?" My prized angel, Michael, stands up, walking past the guards and rubs her back. Everyone can clearly see her relax a little.

"I have sire. I'd recommend just removing her chains and letting her go." I narrow my eyes, but the man beside me beats me.

"Brother. We must know to whom she belongs." Michael shakes in place, but merely walks back to his seat. The child starts shaking, and I realize she is laughing.

She forcefully starts pulling on the chains, clearly happy to gain slack. The man by my side sits up, now interested. She eventually gets to a standing position, and chuckles.

"Oh my. You both want to know which of you I belong to." She tilts her head, facing us, but her eyes are closed, so she looks almost peaceful. Her lashes start to reveal her eyes, and she grins at us. One eye is a gorgeous angel white, and the other is like a dark pool of evil, the eye of a demon.

"What? Weren't expecting that?" The chains start to break, audibly, before shattering completely. Her wings unfurl, opening up to an impressive wingspan. Like her eyes, one is white, and the other is black, but both are covered in feathers. Finally, she holds up her wrists, revealing the anti-magic cuffs, shocking everyone as the cuffs shatter completely, and she lifts off, flying through a window and back to wherever she came from.

Everyone is stunned into silence, and the male beside me, Lucifer, finally turns to me.

"She's a hybrid, likely a product of our war."