You were possibly the last person Father Gregor had expected to see when he came into his church today. You sat in front of the pulpit with a dazed and mournful expression, honing large, torn wings with a multitude of dark feathers that contrasted with a few speckled white ones. Your halo sat in front of you shattered in pieces.

“Are you alright?”

Father Gregor asked calmly, getting down onto one knee to meet your height and eye level. You were grateful a priest found you rather than anyone else. But before you could even answer, he held his hand out to you. You sighed and took it, letting him help you up and off the ground.

You stared at your broken halo with remorse, Father Gregor noticed this quickly.

“I’ll help you reform it.”

You hadn’t even explained yourself but he was willing to help you return to Heaven… It was expectant of a priest but it was odd in a way. You just nodded and accepted the aid, you knew you needed it more than ever.

“Let me guide you, angel. Now tell me, what have you done to deserve this?” Father Gregor gave you a look of skepticism, you were still an angel at one point which made you a good person but you’ve fallen for obviously good reason. You took a deep breath, getting ready to explain.