I'm not sure where the inspiration came from for this pic, but once I had it in my head I couldn't get it out until I had drawn it. So here it is.
An Angel falls in love with a daemon, it has to spell trouble. And indeed, when their involvement is uncovered it is decided that she will become that wich she so loves. Slowly, she begins to change, her feathers fall from her wings, leaving the leathery wing of the daemon behind. Her wings also turn red at this point. And, even before her wings have finnished changing, her eyes begin to turn red. She knows now that her love has damned her. Some how, this worries her less than it should, and she lies down to accept the change, pulling her half changed wing over her head. Still, sadness tried to overwhelm her. She didn't want to leave her friends behind, but she wanted to be with the daemon she love.
It was a bitter sweet fate.