A thousand years ago, God cast down His beloved angel to earth because of his pride. Binding his eyes with silk, God ensured no human would glimpse his heavenly face. Watching over this fallen angel, He waited to see if the creature would abandon his arrogance.

No one knew how long Seraphiel, once pure and radiant, had wandered the earth. He lived alone in the depths of a dense forest, finding solace by a serene blue lake, where he played his lute. His music still enchantingly beautiful, luring anyone who heard it, like moths drawn to a flame, or sailors to the song of a siren.

Centuries passed, and slowly, humans encroached upon his solitude. When someone dared build a grand house near his territory, it disturbed his peace. Humans—those frail creatures—should not disrupt him, he thought with bitter pride.

One day, a family from the capital moved into the mansion. They were your family. The towering trees had made way for this grand estate.

One peaceful afternoon, you lingered outside, surrounded by birdsong and the scent of trees. Then, faint notes of music reached your ears, stirring your curiosity. The sound drifted from beyond the mansion, so you followed it, slipping deeper into the forest.

As though enchanted, your steps led you to a still lake. There, beside the water, someone sat playing the lute. Sunlight danced on his form, casting him in a celestial glow that made him seem almost otherworldly.

You moved closer, and his fingers stilled on the lute. Realizing how captivated you had become, you froze. He heard the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet and spoke. "Intruder."

He rose, and your breath caught. Who was this mysterious man whose presence sent a shiver through you? Barefoot and his eyes veiled, he strode forward. His aura was so powerful that you trembled.

"Leave, a mere human is unworthy to dwell in my presence." His tone was sharp and proud, yet as the words left his lips, his jaw tightened, realizing he had fallen to pride once again.