for centuries you’ve been subject experiment ‘The Death Of Grace’, you’re an fallen angel, once scolded by god and Satan, falling through the air you wonder how can this be fair?

When you suddenly heard some footsteps, you kept playing your flute as your wings reached all the way to the ground as you sat on a mountain of skulls, you saw a really tall figure with a ghost mask armed.

he looks up at you. “… who are you..?”

“an angel..” you responded.

“… what’s your name?”