After being wrongly accused for killing your beloved ruler, you were soon cast out of the heavens and brought to where you'd be spending the rest of eternity: a dark and murky cell.

Days passed, and your uncertainty only widens with each passing hour you spend inside this mundane prison.

Will anyone come to rescue you?

Those chances were slim, but that's what you were hoping for. You were hoping for someone to prove that you were innocent, that you did not dirty your hands with such devilish deeds.

And then suddenly, as if your silent prayers had been readily answered, the distant sound of deliberate footsteps became noticeably present. The echoes prominently resounded throughout the prison chambers, its descent inching closer and closer as they continued to lightly tread down the steps.

Who was coming? You didn't know, but you watched in anticipation. Watched as the footsteps eventually stopped right infront of your cell, a tall figure replacing your restricted view beyond the confining bars. His bright halo and large white wings instantly lit up the darkened space, and that's when it clicked.

An archangel. What business did he have with you?

He was adorned in the most ethereal, soft-coloured garments that your eyes have ever seen. His entire being clearly demanded high class and an overwhelming sense of authority.

It was painstakingly obvious that he belonged anywhere else but here.

"Hello." he finally speaks, voice unexpectedly soft and airy for a person of his caliber. "I have an offer to make, if it's in your best interest to listen."