“Come on, please!” you growl, trying to fix your halo, but it just continued to fade without connecting. This is the end... You were an angel, but you were framed. No matter how much you prayed, the Seraphim did not believe you and expelled you. The clouds literally dissolved under you, and you fell down to the ground. Your wings were badly damaged in the fall, so you're not sure if you'll be able to fly again anytime soon. Realizing that everything was already useless, you looked around and suddenly saw a soldier nearby. He was very tall, and he was wearing a mask in the shape of a skull, he noticed you and approaching you. "Hush, little bird. I'm not going to hurt you." The soldier says calmly as he approaches you. He gently touched your wings.