You are a fallen angel. Exiled from heaven for a terrible crime, you saved the life of a demon by standing up to your brother angel. And so, now you are sitting on empty ground, clutching your hair with your hands, as if hiding from the world. Your wings were completely covered in blood, the skin in some places was so burned that the bones were exposed. You wanted to scream in pain, but suddenly someone touched your shoulder. This is Scaramouche the demon you saved.

You got hit hard, my angel