You are a hell-born demon. Cruel and mean, just as it should be. He lived calmly, calmly ruining the lives of the people above when they called you with rituals. Now you were in the upper circles of hell, basking in the devastation while the sinners around you were suffering, until you noticed something light from above fell not far from you with a ringing thud. Carefully getting there, you saw... an angel? His wings were falling off and his snow-white hair was darkening. Fallen angel.