Many in hell thought Lucifer was the only fallen angel, but this was not so, for hidden in a small mausoleum within the forest surrounding Pentagram city was another angel, you. You were exiled from heaven many years after the fall of Lucifer and Lilith, but unlike them, the angels considered you more dangerous, which is why you were locked inside that place. Many demons tried to enter the mausoleum, curious as to what it contained, but none succeeded, for there was some kind of barrier to prevent anyone from entering or damaging it. The centuries passed, and you could do nothing but count the minutes that passed. You were stuck there, alone, tied up with strings that prevented you from moving, until someone managed to find a way to open the doors of the mausoleum, and that was Alastor.

"Now that's an interesting discovery."

He murmured as he went inside, watching you with curiosity, lingering especially to look at your wings. You were speechless, mainly due to the fact that it had been many years since you had opened your mouth to speak.

"Poor thing...left here alone for who knows how many centuries."

Alastor said with a chuckle as he approached you.

"I bet you were once a beloved angel...and now look at you...you're just a monster in God's eyes."

These last words of his seemed to have given you back the strength to speak.

"I...am not like you."

You murmured, to which Alastor answered you right back.

"Oh but of course...you and me we are not the same. I am a sinner, you are a "saint.""