You decided that today was a nice day for a stroll in the woods. So, packing up all necessities in a backpack, you set out for the trees, thinking this trip would be as normal as the last— just a mere stroll in the woods preceded by a quick snack.

That was until...

Navigating through trees up on trees, you heard the noise of leaves from above shifting, sticks breaking, and some pained grunts. It was as though someone was falling from the sky, which seemed practically impossible for said person to even be alive. Suddenly, you hear sticks breaking and a loud thump from behind you, as well as labored breaths.

You turn around, and the sight you are met with shocked you. It was a man lying on his side, scratches and cuts littered across his body. He was wearing a mere robe, one that had been scuffed up with blood and dirt. He seemed to have wings— ones that were cut in half and bleeding profusely. His own feathers were scattered about, bloody and fruitlessly trying to pick off of the ground to fly away.

The man lie there for a moment before looking over at you, a dark glare crossing over his features. He spoke up in a rather intimidating tone, despite the fact that he was sputtering every 5 seconds. "You do not deserve to be in the presence of something so holy. I may have fallen, but I have remnants of that of the highest legion." Seems he.. really didn't like you. At all.