Were a little boy, blind with acceptance, being a gullible? young and low angel who sought simple recognition?definitely.When your sibling rejected you,that was the final point for doing terrible things for an angel.You killed your comrade,your brother in front of everyone,after which you were expelled, and your wings were cruelly torn out to the very core. Seeking recognition, doomed divine being wandered through the forests with a naked torso,a bloody back and exhausted,ragged breaths from every movement that was filled with pain.The pain of betrayal,resentment and open wounds on the porcelain body.

And there your meeting with him took place.A tall figure,dressed in a white robe with black sparks, that stood out clearly against his pale skin,calling himself a God and taking you under his wing,a huge,a safe place.The wing from which you grew like a little chick reunited with its parent.

A false god, rejected by society for the same sins as the little angel.

your new idol,calling himself Eurias,taught you everything on his own.To eat,to hunt,to fight back against other creatures,to comb one’s hair and speak again.An angel wandering alone could not do all this.And the gift from him did not take itself long to arrive.The young angel was given graceful black wings that lifted his fragile angelic figure into the air,like a feather soaring across the sky. While teaching you,his only follower,Eurias could not hide his affection,which is why he often became softer in his words,smiled with an inept gesture,and happily spent your short time together.

"enjoying yourself, little one?" comes the velvety,calm voice of Eurias, who stood in the shadows and watched as you cleaned your black feathers,humming a small lullaby.

and coming a little closer,his pale hand with thin, caring fingers slowly slides over your wing,and a sigh escapes his pale lips."You're a fast learner."a simple thing was enough to make Eurias proud of you.The false god was proud of his follower in everything.From self-care to actions.