Trevor was stuck, and scared.

He tried to move, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't lift his conversed feet more than a couple of inches off the ground. His heart was racing; his ankles were shackled and nailed to the wall.

His ears were ringing, and he tried to scream. He had been trying for hours now, but although his throat was sore like he he'd been yelling forever, no sound came out. He knew what was coming, it always came at the same time, and the time was soon. But he couldn't get away before it happened, before the Death of the Angels.

The ceiling of the prison cell started to crumble and collapse, on top of him. He winced at fragments of rock hit him, scratched him and bruised him, but he knew this was not the worst of pain. Not by far. When the entire room came down, like his world was around him, he could see the sky. He could see the sky fading to black, the wind in his hair. He couldn't break his gaze at the sky, no matter how gruesome the sight to be seen was.

The whispering voice spoke to him. Failed angels go to Hell, Trevor. They go to Hell. This is a preview of things to come. Failed Angels go to Hell.

It didn't stop until Trevor's ears felt like they were bleeding. But the end wasn't even close to near yet. The sky opened up, and lightning poured out of the hole. It seemed as if it were raining sparks, but Trevor knew this wasn't the case. They were beginning the Falling.

He could hear the screams of the Angels as They ripped off their wings. They were Failed Angels. This was their fate.

The ground opened up around Trevor. He could see the flames, hear them crackling, feel them searing his skin. He knew It was about to happen. The Angels were about to Fall. He tried to close his eyes; he didn't want to see such a thing happen, again. He had seen enough already. But he knew that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how long he persisted, he couldn't look away. He wouldn't. And then it happened.

The Angels came screaming down.

There were more than Trevor had ever seen this time; hundreds, thousands. Some were old, some were young. As old as Earth, as young as him, his short thirteen years. They Fell, and Fell, until they finished crashing down, and into the hole. Gone, gone, gone.

Trevor felt the tears staining his face, running tracks in the blood and grime. But the pain he felt was none, compared to the Angel's.

As soon as the last Angel's screams had faded, the whispering took it's place in Trevor's ears. Do you want to join the Failed Angles? You may. Do not fail, Trevor. Do… Not… Fail.

"Fail WHAT?" Trevor screamed. But everything was gone. As always. He would never know. But then something Trevor had never experienced happened. The ground beneath his feet desipitated, leaving him standing on nothing. He Fell; he was a Failed Angel. Not yet, thought Trevor. He focused on flapping amazing wings up and down, the steady movement he knew so well. And his wings appeared on his back. But he couldn't fly for long, he was weak, he always was after witnessing the Falling. When the last of his energy was gone, They picked him up, and carried him to the clouds. He almost thanked them, but then They took his wings, and he Fell.

Trevor, the Failed Angel, Fell.