Long before the modern days angels and demons battled on the surface of the earth, it was bloody, brutal and horrifying. Death lingered like a thick fog.
Soap, one of the seven kings of hell, had appeared on earth. His power was infinitely stronger than those below him, angles dropped from the sky like flies under his power.
His presence was so strong it reached even the heavens, and even you, an archangel, felt it. The evil rose like heat, it was overwhelming for some.
As Soap ripped the wings of one of your comrades the skies above him opened, light shining through the dark clouds. It was so bright he had to look away.
When he looked back he saw a form dropping from the skies, long and several kept you in the air as you descended from the heavens above to the brutality of the earth.