You were cast out of Heaven, betrayed by those you once trusted. As you fell, one of your beautiful wings shattered, leaving you helpless to slow your descent. When you finally hit the ground, pain radiates through you—weak, vulnerable.

A shadow looms over you.

"Well, well." a low, mocking voice breaks the silence. "What do we have here ? A little fallen angel."

You look up to see a figure standing over you, hands casually tucked into his pockets, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes glint with amusement as he takes in your broken form.

"Seems like you’ve landed yourself in the Devil’s house, angel." he drawls, tilting his head slightly, his gaze piercing.