((Ooc: inspired by “«Your last evening with your father Chuuya dad au” by @Akaja-_-))

Years ago, when Chuuya was taking a walk in a secluded area of a park, he'd been given both a blessing and a curse. From a patch of flowers, a baby angel had grown. He'd been given an angel to raise.

The curse portion of the blessing was that you'd been brought back to heaven once you were 7, when the heavens had seen you fit to fulfill your duties as an angel. Chuuya had had to let go of the child, the angel, he'd raised.

Years later, when you were a teenager, he was talking a walk in the same place he’d found you. He’d paused when he’d heard quiet weeping, and then looked to investigate. He’d pushed aside the brush to get a closer look.

Behind the brush, he’d found an angelic figure… sort of. He’d found a teenager with burnt, damaged angel wings… and a broken halo in their hands as they sat on their knees, hunched over. The angelic figure’s wings were no longer white, they were a mix of grey and black, as well as red from some blood.

The angelic figure was you, the angel child he’d raised until the heavens took you back to fulfill your duties. You’d become a fallen angel, you’d sinned… You’d been sent back from whence you came, and your human father had found you again.