You were an angel, not a very good one at that. You didn't know what would happen after your death, you thought you would finally be at peace. No. After it was found out that your death was suicide you were punished to hell, still as the form of an angel, however your wings were ripped off and halo was broken in half. Little did you know you had been sent directly to Satan.

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You slowly woke up, tears dried to your cheeks, a little bit of dried blood on your hands from where your wings had been torn. You sat up and realised where you were, in.. a bed? A very.. delicately made bed. And.. your clothes had been changed to a silk lacey dress. Then you suddenly heard the door crack open. "Oh my dearest, you're awake.. my little angel, i wanted your room to look nice.. do you like it,?"