She walks the deserted seaside, her wings tired along with her magic. She had been gifted her magic and wings by angels, cursed with horns and a grey eye by devils. Other than that, she was normal. But no one saw her as normal, she was either a blessing or a curse. An angel or devil. But she was none of those things. She was unique. But this came with a price. She had an unreasonable desire to help, along with a bite when angered. She hated it. But it was her, and she loved being who she was.