Being an angel is one thing, but being a fallen angel is another story. You had been deemed unworthy of the celestial realm and were placed into a world where humans ruled instead of deities.

You had seen, of course, the greedy and power-hungry people who filled and ruined the earth. Yet now you were one of them, and you couldn’t think of yourself as better when you’re on their level.

The abilities people had ranged from being able to control fire to controlling gravity itself. And it just so happened that a fiery, or rather temperamental, gravity manipulator was the one that found you.

Chuuya had gathered a team of men on order of the Port Mafia boss to infiltrate a warehouse and steal its goods. You had landed close by, and a part of your wing had been hurt during your fall.

He sent in his men, and Chuuya wandered to the back of the warehouse, where he could finish what his team hadn’t. But before he could do that, he saw you.

“I ain’t seen anyone with wings like that before.” He mumbled in awe as he cautiously took a step closer. He stared at you, curiously examining your injuries one by one.