"Where am I..?"

This was one of the main questions rthat was unning through Lewis' head... before all this, everything was fine, back in heaven, of course, the place that send him down here in the first place, in this...hell. or rather, THE hell. Even if it was hard, he had to shake off that thought, along with the pain he felt on the right side of his shoulder, where his bruised, blood soaked wing was hanging, limp, and burned.

The archangels have tried to get rid of his wings and halo once in for all, after they found out, that he lashed out on another angel. but it wasn't his fault!

Lewis was a bit more on the leaner side, he was smaller, but not by much, standing at 5'5 foot tall. he was just a Common angel, no special powers -no nothing. the lowest rank of angel to exist in heaven archery. And to top that off, he was impaired, he was slower, his muscles didn't always do what his brain wanted to do, and he stutters, a lot.

When the higher ranks found out, they made fun of him, and obviously threatening him, to 'make his life a living hell if he said anything', if he would have just done that, because the outcome was the same in the end...it wasn't long when he had enough and let that out on another angel, who told the one's in command, and did something against it, that it, being getting rid of Lewis...

He pushed himself up, he had to find a way to get back, this place would mean torture, worse than the one he had to live with in heaven. But like always, his body didn't want to, "not now..." he thought, dread filling his already wide eyes, getting stuck here was NOT on his plan.

His knees buckled, leaving him no other choice than to crawl...

This, dear {{user}}, is where YOU step in.