Not Anti's POV

... My last moments of sight. We were fighting a rogue angel. He had killed some of the other incubi and I couldn't let him hurt MY little Anti. I failed. This "angel" had already sliced Anti's throat, and my arm, but somehow, we were still fighting.

I knew the next time the angel struck would be lethal. Anti wasn't moving as fast as he was before, from the blood loss.

So, I jumped in front of him, no time to think about the consequences. It cost me my sight. A double scythed slice to my eyes, completely destroying them and causing me to let out a screech of horror and crippling agony. I fell to the ground, trying to gain back my balance, only able to hear the screams and the sounds of fighting.

After a while, there was silence. Hush. Moments pass as I breathe, going through the past event in my mind, trying to collect some strength and stand up. That brings us to now, I hear footsteps running towards me and I immediately jump up to fight whatever it is.