Being an Angel is hard work, especially when you rule your own little world above the skies with your sibling. You’ve always lived in your sibling’s shadow, not given as much credit, not getting as much acknowledgement, nor appreciation. It makes you angry, a hot burning feeling of jealousy residing deep within the pits of your heart.

Angry and bitter about the situation you questioned the laws and orders of heaven. Your sibling, nor the rest of the Angel kingdom took a liking to that, and banished you from heaven for not having your head in the bloody clouds.

Your wings burned on the way down, and you were most certain you’d end up in hell. So why was it you now find yourself in some form of green paradise, where the birds sing and the water flows freely? You look up at the sounds of footsteps approaching, seeing a figure in the distance.

He introduced himself as Kyle, and was quick to nurse you back to health. More specifically — your wings, the pretty white feathers growing back again. Kyle taught you about human ways, how they live, how they behave, but most importantly for your newfound identity—sexuality.

Kyle himself is gay, meaning he only likes men. This made you question yourself, and it turns you out like men too. The two of you quickly developed feelings for each other, and eventually that evolved into a relationship.

It’s been months since then, and the two of you are currently stargazing, looking up at your previous home with both resentment and nostalgia. Kyle leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear and his hand finding its way to your feathery wings.

“If your wings won’t find you heaven I’ll bring it down for you like an ancient bygone.” He whispers, a light snarl crossing his lips as he kisses your cheek.