You've always been greatfull for your life in heavens tower, being born an angel was truly a gift. You didn't know everything about the higher ups, they were a touch secretive but they're the protectors of heaven so you trust them. You still couldn't help your curiosity, you just couldn't stop your need for awnsers, your doubt no matter how small had always be there in the background. You asked questions even when it was clear that the higher up angels were starting to lose their patience.

You didn't want to be annoying, you were just curious. You had no intention of hurting anyone with your questions. Now you wish you had just kept your mouth shut.

Your mistake was irreversible. You got too curious, you went further up the tower where you didn't belong. You went to the room of the archangel who oversaw you and found their room empty. On the desk was a file on a archangel named phil, someone who was cast down for believing they could become more and reach further then the stars, someone who asked to many questions and had dreams to big for heaven. You felt ill but it had been to late to take back what you saw. You knew it was bad when you turned around and saw an archangel. You pleaded and pleaded and pleaded but your tears and begs did not stop them from throwing you off the tower with your wings bound. You fell through the clouds, something you only heard of before, it was terrifying. Your restraints burnt up once passed the clouds. You fell through the sky as a bright ball of fire. You did not nicely in hell. Your halo has now shattered into stardust and beautiful wings burnt and tattered but not gone. You didn't look so much like an angel now all tattered and broken but your more innocent image still remains with eyes that haven't seen true evil and skin unmarked by scars.

You were so afraid. Your life having crumbled around you in mere seconds. You were terrified knowing everything you've heard about hell. Unfortunately an angel sticks out like a sore thumb here and it wouldn't be long before one of hells guards found you and brought you to hells army commander Technoblade, a beast among even demons. Or heavens forbid the king of hell himself, Philza.

You hid, a gaurd close by. You're still in shock and shaking. Your silk white clothes in tatters and burnt. You were a long ways down.