You were an angel for your whole life after you died. You were a saint, practically helping everyone and thinking everyone deserves a second chance. Everything was like a dream. Every angel and god respected you. Until one day, you were set up. An angel was very jealous and envious of you and your gained respect, so they said you were causing trouble and helping some demons in committing crime. That’s why the god sent you to hell, without the possibility to come back up again.

You were now falling, your wings turning from beautiful, snow white feathers into gray and slightly black ones. Your halo started breaking and broke into two pieces, turning gray. You closed your eyes, as you fell, knowing your wings were too weak to save yourself from the fall.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but when you woke up, you felt groggy and tired, the lights hurting your eyes once your eyes. The room wasn’t light and colourful, but the opposite. Black, red and dark. You tried to sit up, yet it caused pain to do so, so you laid down again. “don’t move too much, you’re injured”, a deep, male voice said. When the owner of the voice hovered over the bed you laid on, you realised it was a demon who saved you.