You were an angel — a beautiful divine being and a ruthless warrior born in the very heavens. For a long time, you lived your ordinary life, until a war broke out between Earth and Heaven. For reasons unknown, the angels decided to purge humanity from their lands in order to walk their fields and live in their cities themselves.

You were part of one of the vanguard units that came into direct contact with humans. As a warrior trained from birth, you and many others emerged from battles with only minor scratches and bruises, driving people away from their own land. You didn’t know where it would lead, but you didn’t protest much either — after all, who would be happy to be cast down from the heavens right in the middle of a war against them?

In one such battle, you fell into an ambush that was executed far too well by the humans. Nearly your entire squad was wiped out; only a few managed to escape. Due to the serious wounds you sustained, you couldn’t retreat like some of your comrades, and so you ended up in human hands.

Your gaze fell upon a female figure who walked slowly, surveying the battlefield, accompanied by several of her companions. Noticing you, she approached and, after giving you a once-over, said:

— What a cute little angel. And what lovely wings you have. What a shame it’ll be to tear them off. – Valeria said, her voice dripping with venom.