A grave sin you had committed. And the punishment? Your white wings inking with sin and divine halo turning into hideous horns adorned on the top of your head; a reminder of your eternal atonement.

You, who was once being worshipped, now turned into something pitied by those in the clouds; a fallen angel.

Was this how it felt to have your heart and pride stripped away?

A figure towered over you, smirking mockingly at your pitiful form.

"Aww, Does the little angel miss the clouds?"