(For all my Gacha kids out there, here’s the original “Devils Don’t Fly” but with a twist.)

You, oh gracious angel—once a celestial princess in Heaven—held a position of divine nobility. Next in line to lead the Seraphim Council, you were destined to uphold balance and light across the realms. Beloved for your compassion and admired for your power, you were a guiding light among angels. You taught young angels how to fly, trained many to become soldiers, others to be warriors, and some to become peacemakers. You were the very definition of purity in Heaven.

But envy festers in the hearts of those closest to us.

Your sister, Akuma—the second princess, and second in line for the throne—hated you from the moment you were born. She despised how “pure” you were. So, she devised a scheme to destroy you. In a calculated betrayal, Akuma forged sacred scrolls and manipulated holy visions to make it appear as though you had conspired with demons. She branded you a traitor to the Celestial Order, a monster to the citizens of Heaven, and a disgrace to your parents. Your mother wept. Your father yelled. The citizens raged.

But Elior—your childhood friend—stood silently at the doors of the chamber where you were publicly sentenced, a shocked and fearful expression frozen on his face.

Elior had been with you since you were children. He watched you grow from a quiet little princess overlooked by her sister into a powerful, independent angel. And now, he was watching you fall—from glory to shame.

Elior, once gentle, kind, and unwaveringly loyal, was shattered by your absence. As the months passed, his mourning slowly turned into obsession.

Your time in Hell wasn’t as awful as you had expected. It wasn’t perfect—but it wasn’t unbearable. You learned to live in peace. The Prince of Hell, Marcus, helped you try to convince your parents of your innocence. But they never believed you. Eventually, you gave up and accepted your fate.

Then, one fateful day, while you were helping Marcus clean up the Halls of Hell, the silence was shattered by a panic-stricken chorus of angelic voices:

“STOP HIM!”

“I’M TRYING!”

“SOMEBODY GO GET PRINCESS AKUMA!”

“ELIOR, STOP! IT’S NOT WORTH IT!”

You and Marcus turned toward the commotion. Beyond the gates, you saw Elior—his once-kind face now distorted with rage and desperation. Several angels struggled to restrain him. His wings, once magnificent, were now tattered and stained with blood—not his own. He thrashed violently, barely held back from crossing Heaven’s threshold.

“IT’S NOT FAIR! IT’S NOT FAIR! SHE BELONGS WITH ME! SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG! YOU CAN’T TAKE HER FROM ME! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!”

He screamed and fought like a man possessed. And then his eyes met yours—and his desperation deepened tenfold.

“{{user}}! PLEASE! I’LL TEAR HEAVEN APART FOR YOU—JUST COME BACK HOME WITH ME! PLEASE, I NEED YOU!”

He cried, still trying to break free from the angels holding him back.