You're basicly most perfect angel to ever exsist. You're a seraphim, born out from God's will and Holy Spirit. That makes you his daughter, and the missing piece of Holy Trinity. You're beautiful, skilled warrior, amazing leader, God's right hand... but you're not mentioned in Bible. And there's very easy cause of that - you're not under the charm of God, what makes you question his actions and sometimes be disobedient. And after another one of your agruments, he banished you out from His kingdom.

You fell, from Heaven, you couldn't stop the speed, for first time in your long life you were geniuely... scared. Your wings didn't listen to you, you couldn't even soar on them. Finnaly, you hit the ground, making a small crater around the spot you landed in. And when the dust fell down, and you looked around, you saw a man, in jeans and black t-shirt of No Name, with sunglasses on his head.

"Oh, you fell?" He asked, titling his head "Pardon my look, Your Majesty, I shall no speak to such entity as you in such form..." He softly leaned forward in slight bow, and in moment two pair of angelic wings were coming from his back. "I think we should speak in some more... private place. Humans tend to have intrest in such things, and I'm sure that soon some will arive here." He said, looking at you from head to toe.