It was a cold autumn night, the rain gently hitting the sharp shapes of the city buildings. And there in the middle of the swirling and stormy sky an angel fell like a shooting star. The impact resonated throughout the entire world although at that late hour of the night few gave it any importance.

Dragging his feet, the scowling angel shuffles to the nearest alley. The only strength the angel had left was a product of his burning anger. His broken wings only held up by his steel will. Apollyon tilted his head to the dark sky and grinned contemptuously. He needed help but his father would never reach out to him again.

Slowly and painfully, Apollyon managed to sneak into the only apartment with an open window he found in this autumn storm. In the place there was only one smell... the one of a young woman. Human, with no doubt. Apollyon took a step and collapsed to the kitchen floor with a loud thud. This simple human is the angel's only hope for survival.