Freddie sat on the cold stone floor, waiting for the head angel. Waiting for his demise. After what seemed an eternity he could hear footsteps. 

He ran as far as he could with the shackles around his ankles, wrists, neck and wings. He gripped the bars and stared, pleadingly, into the cold blue of the head angels eyes. 

"Demon, I am here to oversee your destruction. You shall not fight. You shall come with me."

The head angel led Freddie out and through the crowds of locals, watching the execution. Freddie's head was placed on a wooden block as an executioner sharpened his axe. 

The head angel made a long speech about demons, and how one should never have entered his city.

"My people! Today we are here to witness the destruction of this beast! He claims to be the father of one of our angels! He claims to be an angel! His wings proved he is not! Executioner! Do it..."

"I'm sorry." The executioner raised his axe and brought it down upon Freddie's neck.