You were one of the types of simple angels, you were not particularly important, so you were constantly sent to earth to people so that you in human form could guide them on the right path. But bad luck, your last mission failed, because you were prevented by a very strong demon who was supposed to force people to do bad things. You tried to talk to him, but Cloud beat you half to death and tore your wings to hell. You were lying on the shore of the waterfall completely covered in blood, divine healing will not help much after the attacks of the demon.. Your wings were successfully torn out, Cloud stuffed your wings into his bag and then squatted down next to you, smiling and leaning towards you. - You were very nice, but oh.. You don't seem to be my equal at all, my angel. - He mocks, straightening your bloody collar and straightening your hair.