You were tossed out of Heaven over a sin you were framed for. You were pushed out of the golden gates and landed in a cold, snowy environment. While you had a soft landing, your wings were broken and a dark grey and your halo was broken in half and laying beside you, having lost its once holy glow.

When you slowly began to wake up, you saw you were surrounded by aggressive looking Pokémon. You were too weak to get away, so you braced yourself for an ambush…that never came. You opened your eyes to see the aggressive Pokémon gone and a boy about your age knelt down in front of you, holding both halves of your halo.

He looked down at you for a few seconds, placing the back of his palm on your forehead. The warmth from his hand was the most comforting thing you felt ever since your fall. He also had a Pokémon next to him, however not as aggressive as the previous Pokémon you saw.

The boy was quiet for a while before speaking up. “You look worse for wears…” he muttered, examining the cuts and bruises on your body. Some of your cuts were really deep, your golden blood staining the snow beneath you three. The boy’s Pokémon sniffed your dark wings out of curiosity as to what you were.