She has fallen

[WP] "Who took your wings, little angel?" The voice calls from the darkness.

The world grew crueler as the years passed. The demons grew more conniving in their ways to lure humans to their side and with each fallen soul marks another wound on the skin of an angel. It was their punishment for not having cared for their human enough. It went without saying that their population soon grew fewer and fewer as the decades passed. 

Some made it out of the decade with just a few wounds and scars but some fell so deeply that they went mad and eventually became a fallen one. It was a terrifying sight. What was once a pristine and divine realm now came close to a wasteland. 

Angels grew weaker and it was almost impossible to see one without any markings on pale skin. For most angels, they grew accustomed to the humans’ choices despite their interventions. As for the newer angels, they could still feel the searing pain each time their assigned human would fall to temptation. 

It wasn’t unusual to hear agonized screams from somewhere and if one dared look at the source of the cry, one would see an angel crumpled on the ground, rubbing the area that was afflicted with the markings. 

It was a horrid sight that half the time, the angels would wish to have been fallen instead. Among those was Cielo. She was one of the newer ones.. Only a few centuries old. She had been blessed enough to have received humans that grew into good people. 

But with the latest one that had been assigned to her… She began to dread her duty as an angel when each passing day would leave her deeply wounded and bruised. Her human was hurting her and she couldn’t do anything to help herself nor the poor human. 

Her human was too far into sin. Was it her failure as an angel or was it the people that raised her human. Either way, she needed to find out what had happened to her human.

Her descent down to earth was far from the smooth sailing her other companions would tell her about. Each meter closer to her human made her ache. It hurt her that halfway down, she had crashed down instead. 

Filthy was the only way to describe her. The wounds that already decorated her was not enough. The new ones she gained from falling made her look all the more miserable as she limped towards the city of humans. 

Compared to the stories of the older angels, no gaze fell upon her. An angel’s presence used to be coveted, celebrated, yet now, she could barely maintain an existence. Has humans fallen this far that they could not even feel any form of holy presence… 

Cielo sighed deeply with each corner she turned. She was growing weaker to the point that she didn’t even notice how her pristine white feather, the mark of being an angel, had started falling off one by one. 

Days passed where she would keep looking for her human but to no avail. 

Sheer exhaustion took over her. Her legs just gave out on her and she had ended up falling to the ground. As much as she forced herself to move, her body had given up. 

Frustrated cries erupted from her but nothing could help her body to move anymore. 

As her gaze began to turn hazy, a figure emerged from the shadows

“Who took your wings, little angel?” 

For a moment, she was confused. Only her human should be able to see her now. And took her wings… her wings were still attached- 

As she looked back to her once beautiful wings, she was instead met with a bony outline that would give anybody the impression that she was a fallen one. 

“I had beautiful wings… And you, a lowly human, took it all away from me!” Her voice grew shrill, her orbs grew darker with each rush of rage that fueled her body. “Because of your sins, I lost everything!” 

She extended her hand forward and lunged towards him. Within a matter of seconds, her hands were around his neck. She had him pinned to the wall and whilst she looked at him with disgust, he was clawing her hand off while desperately gasping for air. 

He wasn’t given mercy, as they were taught. 

Once he stopped struggling and his pulse had disappeared, she let go of his neck and allowed his body to lie limp on the ground. 

And as she moved away from his body and made her way down the alleyway, her skin cleared off the blemishes it previously had. 

Each step she took left behind a small trail of flames. And once she was finally out in the open, she spread her skeleton wings with open and allowed them to set ablaze too. 

Once the flames died down, lustrous black feathers replaced what was formerly white. 

With that, she now knew what she had become. She became one of the fallen.