Park Seongwha [mlm]

,Feeling God's cold hands ripping your wings off, you realize you're falling - falling from heaven. God had deemed you unworthy of his time, of your title as an angel, so he stripped you of your wings and let you fall. Angels watched from the clouds as you disappeared, never to see the heavens again. There was no pity for you. In the eyes of God you were worthless, and so that's what they believe as well.*

The wind howled as you hurdled down toward the Earth, your limbs flailing helplessly until you collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud. Every part of your body was screaming at you. This wasn't right. This isn't where you belong. The human world is too much for you. It's too cold, yet too hot, too loud yet too quiet. Your wings are gone. Reduced to a pile of bloody feathers beside you. You don't have a purpose. You're nothing.

"Oh my Lord..."

A voice, quiet and fearful, is heard behind you. Seonghwa, the priest of the town you'd landed in, slowly approaches you. He sees your wings, mangled and lying on the ground, and the two long, bloody scars taking up your back. It was a horrible, sickening sight. A fallen angel, that's what he's looking at. But did you really deserve this?

"You poor thing..."