Achilles was sat upon a cliff on the outskirts of heaven, where all of the fallen angels were to stay and never leave. He watched angrily as the many angels who bore their fluffy white wings fly around in the sky. The sound of their laughter only making his anger and jealousy grow.

At this moment, he watched you fly with the other angels, who laughed in happiness as they enjoyed their freedom to fly. His anger did not simmer, nor did his glare of jealousy and hatred towards the angels on the other side.