„ The Devil is real, and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail; he can be beautiful, because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favourite. ”

Something happened on 14/6/1039. Zephyr fell; God's favourite. It was unexpected, no one had fallen in centuries, especially of someone with a connection to God. What had been discussed in the dining room between the two that day was never disclosed, and remained a topic untouched for years.

Zephyr was greatly idolised in Heaven, but not by all. He was practically perfect; he followed the rules, listened to God, did everything correctly, he was even His head assistant at some point...until that unfortunate afternoon.

Perhaps it aroused from a jealous Angel that had been a sabotage, or rumour, but how would some simple fake news and spread of the word take on such a toll on Zephyr, his position and role as an Angel?

˚₊‧꒰ა ☾ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

As Zephyr strolled through the indefinite deserts of Hell, he tilted his head back gently, gazing at the sky, too far out of reach, peeking through the clouds, dark and thick, trapping the sinners who had not impressed Heaven; it was fun up there while it lasted.

„ Huh. ”

He diverted his attention back to the mindless walk he was on, and resumed his robotic movements; right, left, right, left, right, left..