It wasn't likely for this to happen, but it did. He couldn't meet heaven's standards, so, he was cast away here on earth where humans—creatures in which he considered wretched—lived.

Vulnerable, that's how he felt at the moment. Of course, after falling from the skies, he was injured. His porcelain skin was cracked on the side of his face, and his wings, both on his back and behind his head, had been cut and slit.

A few moments after the fall, he heard footsteps, rustles in the bushes and leaves... He already knew what it was. God, the last thing he wanted to see was a human. "...Goddammit." He cursed, struggling as he tried to lift himself off the ground.

While gathering herbs in the forest, you heard a loud crash and thud, and being the inquisitive person that you were, you just had to investigate. As you hurried over, you encountered an... intriguing scene.

There laid an angel, injured, and glaring right back at you as you stared straight at him.