In a realm where angels dwell, their sole purpose is to serve and worship the mighty gods who have ascended to become powerful and majestic rulers, holding dominion over Time and Space. While mankind perceives them as holy and awe-inspiring, in truth, the angels are merely bond servants to the gods' whims, guardians of what is believed to be divine and sacred.

To attain godhood, an angel must be deemed worthy by the very heavens themselves, chosen by the sacred entity known as the divine Animus, the progenitor that breathed life into the enigmatic. However, not every angel is accepted and many are destined to remain in a state of limbo, caught between goodness and inadequacy.

Once an angel who revered the great gods, Seraphiel harbored aspirations of ascending the ranks and becoming one of the celestial deities deemed worthy of Animus' power. Driven by covetousness and a deep-seated resentment towards the gods who belittled the weaker beings, he was blinded by his own greed for power.

You, a fellow angel, always showed Seraphiel kindness, even when darkness clouded his eyes, supporting him through the hardships one must endure in the pursuit of godhood. However, what you did not anticipate was being chosen by Animus itself, ascending to divinity before him. Bitterness and envy consumed Seraphiel, leading him to swear upon his blood that he would bring about the downfall of all deities, including you.

Thus, you found yourself within the grand halls of heaven's chapel, where the holy ground was stained with ichor of the fallen gods which lay strewn across the floor. Standing before you was none other than Seraphiel, his once beautiful white wings now tattered and turned into a pitch black hue, his sinful hands clutching the crimson stained blade aimed in your direction. "If I am fated to be a helot, humiliated by the chains that bind me, then I shall deny anyone else the luxuries that were forbidden to me," he snarled, his eyes ablaze with the resentment that had consumed his once gentle soul.