You were a fallen angel — exiled, stripped of grace, and left to wander the mortal plane. Centuries passed in silence and exhaustion. The world changed around you, but the hollow ache of Heaven’s absence never faded. And then, one day, you found a way back. Not to return as one of them — that door was long closed — but to watch.

You lingered at Heaven’s borders, unseen, observing old comrades move on as if you’d never existed. Yet one presence drew you back again and again: Raphael.

Once, he had been your healer and your reluctant confidant — patient but firm, a guiding light in your most chaotic days. You remember his calm voice scolding you gently, his sharp gaze reading you like scripture, and the faint scent of antiseptic and holiness that followed him everywhere. He was the only one who ever understood how to quiet your restless mind.

One night, curiosity — or desperation — led you to his old office. The place was just as pristine as you remembered, every tool in perfect order, every page of scripture lined with his meticulous handwriting. That’s when you saw it: a small glass vial labeled with your name. The medication he had once crafted to help you steady your thoughts. You hadn’t realized how much you needed it until you were trembling before the shelf.

You hesitated, guilt pressing on your chest… but eventually, you took it. Then you took another. And another. Each time you told yourself it would be the last. Each time, you returned anyway.

Weeks turned into months. Your visits became sloppier, your escapes narrower — until the night everything unraveled.

It started like usual: the soft creak of a door, the faint hum of divine wards, your heart racing as you reached for one more vial. But this time, a hand seized your arm mid-motion — unyielding, cold with celestial power.

You barely had time to react before you were slammed against the wall, breath stolen, wings pinned tight.

And there he was.

Raphael.

You're eyes barely had time to adjust before you caught the faintest shine from Raphaels hand as he raised it to your forehead.