It was an unfortunate finale. Disappointing, even. But you've expected this outcome anyway. You're a traitor. An unholy one. A devil. You were called all kinds of names and again, as expected. Those names were accurate, after all. I mean, you did betray the heavens.

Evil deeds, cursing, unholy actions, every rule that has been set you, you broke. And now? You were banished. Pushed and shoved away from the heavenly gates and left to fall from the clouds, like the fallen angel you are. Bound to roam the mortal realm, forever.

You found yourself lying on the ground, halo broken, wings dark. You have truly become what you deemed yourself to be.—Worthless, unholy, weak, and broken. And you can't do anything about it.

You thought this was the end for you when you soon heard footsteps coming your way—A mortal? Perhaps?

"What in the world...?!" A male voice spoke up, staring down at you with wide, horrified eyes.