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Ever since that incident at night I've started to keep an eye on the human again. It might be just my imagination, but I feel like she has been keeping something away from me. It's been about two weeks since then, but she didn't do that again, or maybe she did, but I was already asleep.

I know I shouldn't suspect her and have at least some trust in her, but I can't risk her doing something to my sons. They already had to watch me get hurt out of my own foolishness.

The moment I got the chance to, I took a day off and went to the library again. I left those little trouble makers with Indarra and Undyne, who of course agreed. They can't resist those two, so I can use it to my advantage. I couldn't leave them alone with (Y/n), even tho I did it before.

This time I was smarter and immediately took the book about the angels and quickly found where I had left off. The informations I found were very, very interesting.

Broken Wing state

When an angel looses their soul traits, their soul and will become blank. After a while, which can be different depending on the angels determination and their status in the hierarchy. It can differ between 3 months to even 4 years before the state begins. When it starts a single feather will fall out of their wing, which never happens to angels in full strength. Then it can take from 3 to 10 days until the next one falls off. After the first two the feathers will fall out everyday, the amount that falls out getting higher every few days. The state is very rare, yet dangerous towards the species as the wings are what differs them from the normal humans. There are only two outcomes of the state, one of it being very rare. Angels either 'die' after the last feather falls out of their wings and the feathers that fell out will then dissapear, or they get their traits back, which makes their feathers come back and form the wings again, as if they never fell out. Most of the angels 'die' as getting the traits back is very hard and almost never happens among them.

There's a different type of this state, that happens when an angel reaches their time. They don't 'die' in a way we think of , as they are already dead, but like with the previous type, the feathers fall out of their wings, only this time there is no way to stop the process. When the last feather falls out, the angel moves on to the afterlife and what humans call heaven, or, if the angel wishes so, they get reincarnated, but forget everything from their previous life. The soul of an angel is easy to find, as they get golden sparkles around them for the sacrifice of peaceful afterlife to help protect their kind.

I quickly went through the whole book, not really reading it, but looking at the titles in search for something useful or interesting. They were going to close in about 30 minutes so I had to be quick.

I noticed that the cover was weirdly bended in one of the corners and there was no way it happened in an accident. I checked if there was something inside it and just as I suspected, there was something.

It looked like a note, very old by the way that the paper looked.

To whoever is reading this, angels can hide amongst the humans! You have to be careful who you trust! They hide their wings!

Under the very poorly written note was what seemed to be a photo of two humans with what seemed to be wings tattoo on their back, but one looked different than the other one. One was black, but not overly black, looking like a professional one, but at the same time it wasn't symmetrical in some places. The other one however, was purely black, as if it wasn't made by a human hand at all. The wings were perfectly symmetrical, to the point they almost looked real. These one were what they had talked about. An angel, hidden among humans in plain sign.

That was enough information for me. I got an idea as to what the thing on her back was.

I pray to Asgore that I'm wrong...

"You do it all for my own protection-"