Prologue
A golden, sparkling palace sits in the sky, full of laughter and light, contentment and joy. Winged beings flit about as soft, celestial music plays.
And then a discord mars the tune. The music quickly resumes, but all of Heaven pauses. This can only mean one thing—an angel is about to fall.
A procession of three slowly makes its way to the jeweled gates of gold. The doors are thrown open, and for a brief moment, the three figures are outlined. Two are obviously angels—tall, winged, pure, and garbed in unblemished white. Radiant halos adorn their heads, and in their hands are shining spears. Timeless faces look with pity and sadness at the one they hold between them—the one that is fallen.
The shape radiates darkness. His hair is light, but his eyes are filled with shadows. Two long, bloody gashes take the place of his wings on his chiseled back. Although broken, he stands tall.
A guardian speaks. "Do you repent?" the being intones in a lilting, sweet, yet stern voice.
The fallen one remains silent.
And thus, he was cast down to Earth.
Damien fell.