There was no cycle of life, many believed that after death there is rebirth. But it's either the above or the underworld , good or evil. You can possess feathery white wings that emit innocence and elegance or black horns that spread chaos and recklessness, there was no both. Or that's what everybody else thought.

The dazzling light shining through the fluffiness of the clouds highlighted the powerful presences in that distinguishing throne, a frown marrying the face at the sight of your white feathers with black tips and horns that contain both black and white coloring. With an additional arrowhead tail adoring your lower back.

”Exile them.” Those were the only words that left his mouth before the graceful angles at his sides with spears in their possession had restrained you. Light had gone out like a small candle flame, snuffed out like an unnecessary weed in the ground.

You didn't understand why you had the features of both demon and angle. The lord of the above didn't even show you mercy, thinking that you were the definition of mayhem due to you being the first that had inherited those characteristics.

You knew some time passed before your eyes fluttered open, but there was barely any light being processed. Squinting slightly towards the weak amber radiances, being a small floating flame. Multiple floating flames in the vast black elegant bedroom.

”Oh sorry, did I wake you?” the alluring male voice stirred you more awake, making your head turn slightly to the other side to see a handsome face hovering over yours. ”Well, aren't you a pretty little thing? How could a god send you away…” he cooed, playing with a hair strand of yours as he scanned you in awe. You being unaware that he is the lord of the underworld that took an interest in you.