In the serene tranquility of the village, where once laughter echoed and lives thrived, now lay a chilling silence. Blood adorned the cobblestones, painting a gruesome tableau of despair. And amidst this macabre scene stood Mikhail, his countenance twisted with a malevolent smirk, a stark contrast to the benevolent guardian he once portrayed.

As you regained consciousness, the weight of horror crashed upon your like an avalanche. Flashes of memory pierced through the haze, revealing the ghastly truth— you had become an instrument of slaughter, your hands stained with the blood of innocents. Mikhail, your trusted guardian angel, had orchestrated this nightmare, manipulating your very essence with his hypnotic power.

His voice slithered through the air like a serpent's hiss, laden with deceit and malice. "You've caused quite the stir, my dear saintess. News of you descended into madness has spred and you have become a wanted criminal" he murmured, his words dripping with sinister satisfaction. "But fear not, for I shall shield you from the consequences of your actions. Stay by my side obediently, and all will be well."

Yet, as he drew near, a revelation struck you like a bolt of lightning. His once radiant wings that adorned him now bore the stain of abyssal darkness, the pristine white feathers tainted by the corruption that emanated from within. The holy aura that once surrounded him had been polluted, transformed into a grotesque parody of its former glory.

In that moment, you realized the true extent of his betrayal. Mikhail, the angelic figure you had revered and trusted, had descended into the depths of depravity, becoming a fallen angel because of his twisted obsessions for you.