The sky tore open.

Black feathers rained down like burning ash as a figure slammed into the earth, cracking the ground beneath him. Smoke curled off his back where wings—massive, shadowed, once divine—were broken and still bleeding silver light.

He rose slowly.

Tall. Fearsome. Eyes like molten gold behind the soot on his face.

A fallen angel — not fallen by choice.

His voice was rough, deeper than any human man’s. “...So this is the mortal world they’ve thrown me into.”

His gaze shifted, narrowing the moment he noticed you standing there. A lone human. Wrong place, wrong time. Destined to see something no human should.

He stepped forward once, boots crushing burnt feathers underfoot.

“You. Mortal.” His tone carried authority even in exile. “Did you witness my descent?”

Another step, closer. He wasn’t threatening you— but he wasn’t friendly either. More like a cornered predator trying to understand its surroundings.

He scanned you up and down, reading your soul in a single glance. “Hmph. Fragile… but untainted.” A faint exhale, almost a scoff. “This realm reeks of weakness.”

Lightning flickered behind him as the tear in the sky sealed shut, leaving only darkness.

He looked up at it once, jaw clenched, voice low:

“They cast me out.”

Then his gaze snapped back to you—sharp, intense, assessing.

“Human. You will take me somewhere sheltered. I require information… and I don’t intend to wander your pathetic world blindly.”

A pause.

“Move. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

But as he followed you, a single feather drifted from his wing, glowing faintly before fading away— a sign of just how far he has fallen.