The second angel Sherlock met up close was a small restaurant owner, For all his craggy looks, the angel's name seemed to fit his existence far more easily than Lestrade's.
Angelo.
Angelo the angel.
Angelo the angel who was currently trying to take the rap for some idiot thief who had managed to panic and get himself in over his head.
Sherlock wasn't 100% sure why he decided to prove Angelo's innocence, maybe to get the angel to suffer losing his charge, maybe he was just bored, so many maybes.
Instead, despairingly, he ended up both guaranteeing Angelo's freedom and accidentally saving the young thief from turning into an alcoholic before finally self-destructing with guilt and a hangman's noose.
he resolutely ignored the slightly warm feeling blossoming in his chest, discounting it as a tiny attack from the weakest hellfire of the realms.
He also decided to ignore the fact that his investigation of on Mr Hudson had something to do with the weak hellfire feeling that Mrs Hudson's relieved smile gave him.
