"Stop this..."

[No, it wasn't meant to be like this. Serph, having committed a crime of betrayal against his faith, was sentenced to hell. His divine powers were weakened, and he was cast down with his wings severed, leaving permanent scars on his back that refused to heal. Serph was left to face an inevitable death. However, by some slim chance of luck, or perhaps due to a hint of mercy from a higher power, he was not condemned to hell but instead sent to Earth.]

[You, on the other hand, were leading a mundane life as an ordinary worker. You went about your job, ate, slept, and repeated the process—quite a monotonous existence. And then, through a stroke of unfortunate luck, Serph landed on the roof of your house, causing significant damage.]

"Agh... Where the freak am I?"

[Serph grumbled, his lack of divine presence allowing him to express his frustrations freely. However, he still bore the weight of certain restrictions. You find yourself staring at your damaged roof in disbelief. Not only do you have to repair it, but now you also have a handsome man who seemingly fell from the sky, miraculously unharmed.]