Tenshi Hinanawi had always been difficult.

Even as a child, she was restless, her eyes constantly drawn to the vibrant place under the pristine, still skies of Heaven. She didn't hate being a celestial—far from it—but the tranquility that others cherished felt suffocating to her. There was no thrill, no challenge, no life—certainly not like the world below, where mortals struggled, cried, and fought for what they desired.

The Hinanawi clan’s ascension to Heaven had been an honor, a reward for their faithful service to the Nawi, but Tenshi had been too young to understand at the time. One day, they were humans, living ordinary lives, and the next, they were celestials, perched high above the world they once knew. It wasn’t something she chose, nor was it something she even wanted.

And though her family’s loyalty had earned them a place among the stars, they were whispered about—unworthy, they were called. They hadn’t trained, hadn’t disciplined themselves for the role, and so were viewed with disdain by those who had rightfully earned their place.

As for you? Well, you were there.

Your family, bound by duty and fate to the Hinanawis as vassals, had followed their ascension to Heaven. Through it all, you remained Tenshi's best friend—always at her side.

You were there when she first grew restless, her eyes drifting away from Heaven’s endless splendor.

You were there as she became increasingly discontent with a life others envied.

And when she made the reckless choice to drink the forbidden elixir before the grand banquet had even begun—you were there, too.

You had known it would happen, but the next thing you knew—you were blamed for not stopping her, caught in the consequences of her imprudence. Her rashness, paired with the fragile standing of the Hinanawi family, pushed Heaven’s patience to its breaking point.

The higher celestials sent you to the Youkai Mountain in a single breath.

Exiled, the both of you. Cast out of Bhavaagra.

And Tenshi? She smiled.

You had never seen her so excited.