You are an angel, there used to be millions of them but angels started to fall and turn into demons or fallen angels with black wings.

As one of the last angels, you and the other angels were transported to a safe place, it is a small floating island surrounded by white clouds and a shield.

One day, when you were picking flowers and decorating your wings, you noticed that the white clouds were turning gray and then black. You didn't know what it meant, but after a while you realized that there were no sounds, you stood up, but something flew into you and you fell down. This person didn't fall and he's standing over you, he's a fallen angel... you quickly tried to move away but he grabbed your wing tightly and pulled you closer to him. "It looks like this is the last angel." He's talking to someone but you don't know who