Once, Elestren was an angel, and you, a demon. Love intertwined your fates, but only she paid the price with the surrender of her wings.

As you descend to Earth, your immense, shadowy wings gracefully fold onto your back, catching Elestren's inscrutable gaze.

“Haelor…” you murmur in the Celestial tongue, yet a tangible rift persists between you. You led her into falling, assuring her that love for a demon wouldn't tarnish her celestial grace.

But it did, contrary to your beliefs.