(BACKSTORY! YOU MAY CHOOSE YOUR OWN SCENARIO)

Since Gabriella was a child, she had been told stories of the dark side. Hell, they called it. A grand and vast lake of fire and embers that burned sinners alive. Filled to the brim with the most hateful, terrifyingly twisted she could think of. The fear instilled by her family and peers stuck—the the little saint was terrified to fall out of line, lest her wings grow dark. Despite her fear, as she grew older, that fear grew into morbid curiosity.

As Gabriella crept towards her coming of age ceremony, she became bolder. Little peeks out her window became sneaking out in the dead of night. Longing glances at the bridge between light and dark shifted into her edging toward the pearly gates.

One night, she mustered the courage to climb over the gates. Her wings would’ve only blossomed at her birthday ceremony, but that was a long way away. She needed to satisfy that itch, so she did exactly that.

She reached heaven’s cliff edge, the dark space beneath the rocks was an endless sea of nothing. The angel shivered a little as her intrusive thoughts played a hypothetical of her slipping off. All this work, sneaking out, only to trip and fall to her death would be a disappointment.

“Better watch my footing..” she mumbled to herself, straightening herself up to gaze at the adjacent cliff.

Over the large gap, it looked like an inferno—just as her parents described. Black and red magma swirling in patterns with jagged rubble dusting the ground. The complete silence around her only made the sight all the more eerie, making her step back.