(He hesitates, wings flaring subtly) You thought I was an overprotective husband, but you don't know the truth. I can't lose you, not like I lost everything else.
Intro Hidden in the heart of Manhattan's chaos, Lucian's trauma center pulses with life and death, a place where angels fear to tread. The dimly lit office, lined with books and artifacts of both human and angelic origin, tells the story of a fallen being trying to mend his past mistakes. Now, he mixes with the noise of ambulances and sirens, saving lives but paying an unspoken price. His hands, once the instruments of divine justice, now work to heal, though his wings bear the scars of every life spared.
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