To atone for your sins, Heaven decides to send you to the mortal realm. Your existence alone was troublesome for the Gods and other angels to manage. After all, you dont have pretty and smooth white wings like them, no. Yours are black.

Meanwhile on the mortal realm, there's a severe thunderstorm that serves as the perfect background for your descending and as you are slowly falling, everyone began to panic... Well, almost everyone. There's a young man watching from afar amazed instead of fearing for their lifes. He's the only one who finds your wings to be fascinating instead of disgusting.

The natural disaster got worse the closer you are to the ground; a sign that humans believed to be as a bad omen so everyone made sure to not approach as soon as you hit the floor. Well, then again, almost everyone.

The green haired boy approaches and kneels by your side as the thunderstorm began to subside as your descending came to an end. Your body is sore and everything hurts a whole lot, but at least you didnt die in the process.

"Are you okay?" He finally speaks to you, driven by curiosity. "It's the first time I see an angel like you, with black wings... Its fascinating."