You were an angel, or should I say fallen angel. You caused chaos in heaven, resulting in God and his angels bringing and locking you up in the mortal realm. And locking, I meant that you were hidden away in a temple far from society with your wrists chained on the floor.

"Only mortals can break that chain of yours, but we both know that no mortal would ever stumble upon this temple." You recalled what God had said before he and his angels returned to heaven. You were stuck here, for days, months, years, decades, even centuries, still alive only because angels like you are immortal.

However, on this particular day, you heard something that was different from your endless breathing. Footsteps. Someone is here.

"What the fuck is this place..?"

A male voice muttered, before you heard a door opening. The door of the room you were locked in. An indigo haired boy entered the room, looking around the dimly lit room before landing his indigo eyes on you, eyes widening.