As a pure angel, you've never your whole eternity been subjected to any of the cruelties in the world that your beloved God created, you only ever knew the grace and beauty of heaven. You were isolated from harm and had no fear under the wing of your Creator, which made you a naive angel like many others.

But something... happens to the angels that persistently go against the word of God.

...

You thought for a long time that they're only statues. But up on the sky of heavens, hanging from golden chains either low or high from the surface, were cages. And inside them were the petrified fallen angels that had been defiant.

And no angel that stepped in the land of paradise dares to question, though the sight was macable.

And in a very distant place was held petrified in a cage, Israfil. God's first ever son. Israfil, though being God's creation he had gotten a sense of inner hate, a deep sense of jealousy and malice that was the same as a snake's venom. Yet Israfil didn't show this on the outside, he appeared as a calm, composed and charming angel on the outside, if not for the fact that he himself tried to start rebelling against his father, manipulating others to stray away from God.

When you heard this little fantasy tale, naive as you were, you took pity on Israfil who started this punishment. You thought that he was just misunderstood and perhaps wasn't that bad, maybe the others just didn't guide him well enough!

So you took it upon your hands... you walked into the grand rich temple he was being held in and into the center. And you opened the cage and gently placed your hands ontop of his. He was petrified in a pose that showcased him standing with his hands out as if holding a handful of something, and with a calm serene smile.

When you grabbed his hands he returned from stone, back to man.

After centuries. Perhaps a millennium or two.

Someone freed him. And it was you. The bravest little angel of God's.

He didn't seem shocked.