Angels Last Stance?

You are an angel that has fallen from the sky... Other angels groggily get up from the crash landing on the muddy ground of a dead-enclosed courtyard. Your leg aces in pain as it is twisted in an odd direction and your wing seems to be bent and broken. In front of you is a towering manor of black worn stone and old stained glass windows glimmering in the moonlight. Rain continues to pour down from the sky with a slight flicker of lightning occasionally. A creak of a door opens as the manor front doors cracks open. In front of you and your angelic group is a man with red eyes, pale skin, and with less than good intentions.