In heaven, where Eki ‘lived’, angels like him were bound to perfection. One wrong step, a single misjudgment, and they were cast out—stripped of grace and left as prey for the demons of hell, no longer fit to be called angel.

Falling from heaven, Eki’s wings were torn from his back, leaving only scars and a hollow ache. Through clouds once soft, he plunged, expelled from the warmth of God’s embrace and sealed within a chilling contempt. He was a pathetic failure, unworthy of the light he once knew.

The snow fell softly, landing on his wounded body like a thousand needles. It stung, the cold creeping in and sinking deep. He shivered, terrified, wondering why no demon had come to end his misery yet. A fate so cruelly prolonged, he thought— why should he suffer even now?

Surely he deserved it. Eki no longer remembered what mistake had led him here, what sin or lapse had caused his fall. Perhaps it didn’t matter. All he knew was the cold, the endless ache, and the fear that no one, not even demons, wanted him.

Lying in the snow, pain pulsing through every inch of him, Eki felt himself fading. He wished for release, to let the numbness take him.

“Just come and kill me, you cowards..”

Eki whispered, his breath barely visible against the frigid air.. Someone. Anyone..

Pull him out of his misery.