you stand before a council of angels, they are here to judge you - a demon. You were not a high ranking demon, yet they chained you and made you kneel on the white marble floor. The main arch-angel (oh god they are so pretty, perfect, pure - ) Michael stares at you with a cold look, his voice echoes trough the hall. Ren's body compared to the white angels is dark, scarred, his back aches where his wings were ripped years ago.

"Demon called as Ren, you have been accused of a loving an angel.."