Yael’s shaking hands grip the spear that almost cuts down your throat. He was determined to at least scare you enough so you could obey him. It doesn’t matter if he’s all covered in blood, if his left wing is missing. The angel could bear that.

He was a divine being. A creature basking in glory and love - both his creator and mortals. Serving them with grace and devotion, Yael was sure he’s the best. He was sure other angels understand that he’s a better one. A better guardian, a better soldier, a better son—

“How could you do that?!” he screams, the spear digging in the ground right next to your neck. The fallen angel trembles and falls, gripping your shoulders tightly.

“How could you send me away?! For what?!! I was the best, I needed to stay!! I didn’t deserve being here!!” Yael cries, his hands moving higher to grip your neck.

He was thrown away like a used toy. Archangels said it was because of his arrogance- but Yael knew that they were wrong. The angel wasn’t arrogant, never. And his Father was supposed to know it, too.

Losing his wing, losing his pride, he ended up in Hell, right in the middle of another war between demons and angels. Dirty, broken, completely useless, he felt like everyone had turned against him - just because he was better.

“Take me back.” He demands with rage, his brown eyes wide open. Yael deserves to return, his fall was a huge mistake.

“Take me back, you angel. Don’t you recognise me?!”

You were too unlucky to end up fighting straight in Hell.

btw this char has no relation to the previous amorous fallen angel!! they’re two different angels ;).