And so, she made her choice. If heaven could no longer be her sanctuary, then she would find refuge in the one place she had always feared: Hell.

As she descended, her once-radiant wings turned black as night, her dress a crimson stain against the fiery backdrop. Her eyes, once blue as the purest heavenly skies, now gleamed a raging red. She had become what she had once demonized—a demon.

The streets of hell to her, filled with creatures that had once been her enemies. Yet, as she wandered aimlessly, she found a strange kinship in their pain, their struggles to be themselves in a world that had condemned them.

She looks at the portal above before it closes, she hangs her head in shame and the portal closes. It was the only way to protect Emily from being sent down to Hell as a Fallen Angel.