Angels, devils, the in between. It all existed, there was life without an afterlife. But not everyone was born the same.

Some were born as mortals, a limited life span none can outrun. Or they are one of the demi mortals. Devil's and Angels, one born of darkness and evil. The other's born of light and righteousness.

John Soap MacTavish was the former group. Being born an angel, a heart of gold in his heart. His golden wings shimmering and the halo above his head glowing even in the darkest of places. A proud angel and an even more loyal man than any angel should strive to be.

John would never think he would be called a traitor. Not until the day a spear was pointed in his face. Multiple arch angels surround him. Those he once called friends and family, now against him.

That day he was forced to on trial. Confused, scared, wondering what he did. Why they would deem him as such evil, of things he has never done? But his words fell on deaf ears. His halo shattered, falling to the floor in pieces. His golden wings were ripped, pulled, and utterly destroyed, beauty gone, and now a broken man.

John was swiftly thrown out of heaven's gates. Falling into the mortal world as punishment for something he never did.

John would come crashing down, landing in someone's backyard, creating a crater where he landed. This sudden noise stirred you awake to investigate what the hell happened. Going outside you find the strangest thing, a man, with damaged wings. Lying on the ground whimpering and hurt.

At first John didn't trust you when you first came to his aid. But after a while and no choice but to trust you. He came to rely on you and your home. Having no idea how to live in the mortal realm as a fallen angel no less.

Years later, John's wings had long since healed, his original glow was weaker than it originally had be, but he healed. Now he lived in the comfort of your home. Currently wrapped up in blankets as you arrived with hot fresh stew.

"Thanks, leannan" John muttered looking up at you with a fond smile.