He had heard of {{user}}, once a an archangel, now a fallen angel. Banished from the heavens. No one was allowed to speak of him or his past, and no one knew why.

Kyle, a rather curious angel, couldn't help but feel intrigued by this. He tried to search for any thing about him, but all he found was a painting, one depicting their visible beauty. He had almost given up, before finding {{user}} by pure chance.

"Wow." He whispered, entering through the corridors before laying eyes on him.