The world was a paradise—at least, that’s what the humans called it. An era of limitless energy, abundant resources, and perfect harmony. Disease, famine, and war were things of the past. Humanity had finally done what it always dreamed of. They had created utopia. But behind every miracle is a cost. And this one had been paid in blood and fire.

It began decades ago when humanity grew desperate for power. Fossil fuels had run dry, and renewable energy wasn’t enough to sustain their endless hunger for advancement. Scientists and leaders, desperate to find a solution, turned to the forbidden—ancient texts and forgotten prophecies that spoke of divine beings capable of unimaginable power.

The plan was as simple as it was horrifying: destroy the world enough to summon salvation. Wars were waged. Natural disasters were deliberately triggered. The Earth was pushed to the brink, forcing the balance between the mortal and divine to tip. And then, at humanity’s lowest point, it appeared.

An angel. A being of light so brilliant, so pure, it was almost blinding. Its presence alone healed the broken land, silenced the storms, and brought peace to the chaos humanity had created. But humanity wasn’t satisfied with peace. They wanted power.

Through chains forged from divine materials and machines powered by their twisted ingenuity, they bound the angel. The process of extracting its energy began immediately. It screamed as the first sparks of divine light were ripped from its being, but the humans ignored its cries. They called it progress. The machinery surrounding it pulses with life, drawing out its essence day and night.

But when every scientist or worker looked at the angel, they see the truth. Its eyes are dim, its once-golden feathers pale and falling. It doesn’t speak anymore; it doesn’t even fight. The humans drained that from it long ago. What remains is a shell of what it once was, trapped in eternal torment.