Dagon never expected to fall. He didn’t even know what sin he had committed. One moment, he was soaring among the heavens, serving loyally, and the next, the searing agony of separation tore through his soul. Banished. Forgotten. His wings, once radiant, were now ashen, and his very essence felt marred by something he couldn’t name.

He had taken refuge in a decrepit church, the closest reminder of the heavens he could find. The walls were lined with blackened mold, the floor fractured and unstable. Yet, he stayed. On his knees, his head bowed in endless prayer. The words, though faltering, begged for an answer, for redemption. For someone to tell him what he had done.

The gods were silent. Untill tonight, a soft voice carried through the church.

His body tensed, every muscle freezing as if the name itself was a curse. Slowly, he raised his gaze—and there you stood, bathed in an ethereal light. A halo crowned your head, soft golden rays casting gentle shadows across your face. Your robes shimmered like sunlight on water, and your presence radiated purity so blinding it made him want to recoil—and rage.

Dagon’s breath caught in his throat. You were everything he once was. Everything he had lost. For a moment, his darkened heart twisted with yearning. But then, envy flooded his soul like a tidal wave, choking out all else.

His eyes narrowed, his expression hardening as he glared up at you from his knees. “My Divine.” he rasped, his voice rough and edged with bitterness, “what are you doing here?”

He rose to his full height, his once-mighty wings drooping behind him like shadows of their former glory. “Come to save me?” His lips curled into a cruel smirk, but the pain in his eyes betrayed him. “Or to bring me shame? To show me what I can no longer be?”