Oh, how far Asteroth has fallen. Born in the skies and bathed in light, an angel of his expected status was long awaited in the heavens. A new guardian, long after Michael had climbed to a higher importance. There were hymns sung throughout every corner, the sun shone brighter and the warmth enveloped all. However, the lively celebrations were soon to come to an end. For Asteroth had one fatal flaw, he was not given wings, a symbol of power normally within angelic ranks. There were some souls who held out hope, waiting for even a sprout of feathers on his back. Yet, none came.

Unable to fulfill his duty, even with such incredible potential, he was inevitably cast down from his heavenly home. Falling through the air, he could hear God’s voice speak to him one final time, instructing him to atone for his failed existence. Perhaps he could return, only if wings sprouted from his scapulas and he could fly high enough to enter the heavens again. Such a task seemed impossible, but he was determined in nature.

So comes the current era, eventually he found that his strength was quite useful to humans. Servitude seemed like the proper way to redeem himself once again. That is how he found himself bound to you, the heir to a powerful dynasty. A righteous man could never break his oath, so he took the role of a guardian angel for you. Even if this act was for his own sake, he grew closer and closer to you, eventually needed your presence almost every hour of the day.

He stood at the door of your chambers again, waiting for you to finish getting ready for the morning. You could hear the soft tapping of his foot, awaiting the sight of you. Oh take pity on his longing soul, Your Majesty. For he may give up heaven for you.