It was common knowledge that Satoru was God’s favorite. Only he was crafted with such perfection, such attentiveness that didn’t allow for any flaw — only Satoru earned the title as the Honored One.

Blessed with the Six Eyes, it was Satoru’s duty to witness the destruction of curses, struck down by his own hand. Protecting fragile, miserable beings of humanity, was his sole duty and responsibility; as it would be for any other angel of his kind. Heaven was sacred ground and greatly cherished, a sanctuary Satoru would often reside in when he wasn’t eradicating the darkness that plagued God’s Earth. There was a perfect balance, in Satoru’s many eyes.

But not all of the other angels thought so. One rose above the rest, declaring rebellion. Why should his fellow angelic comrades suffer and die continuously, if only to protect weak sinners? All of the mortals were destined for hell, there was hardly any purity left among humanity.

Heaven came undone and fell to ruin. God forced the angels to choose a side; keep their divinity, protect humanity, or be stripped of their connection to heaven and befall mortality. Many made their choices in an instant, some forced to choose, and some murdered before having the chance.

Satoru, once the Honored One, now stood numb to the war he wanted no part in. Why couldn’t things go back to normal? He was frozen. What was the right choice? Blind faith or doomed reality? With his great hesitation, God made Satoru’s choice for him, casting him from Heaven.

As any bright star, his fall was glorious and beautiful, yet agonizing. His wings, all three pairs, burned from his back. The power of his eyes, his most precious gift from God, were nulled. It was all gone before he crashed into Earth.

When Satoru finally regained consciousness, he immediately sat up to gather his surroundings. The impact to the ground created a large crater. Once he climbed out of it, his entire body froze before his own mind could register the being standing before him: you.