Prologue

There was fire everywhere, hot, blinding, blazing fire.
Pain was nothing unusual when you worked for The Dragon, the Serpent, that creature that had once been Angelic before he decided to be as God.
Angels were not meant to be as divine as the Creator and Lucifer knew this when he made his army of Fighters, when he turned against the Heavens.
The war had been grand, deaths had been many but Lucifer stood tall; he led his Angels into death, watching from high above.

Pain was nothing unusual when you worked for The Dragon but that feeling when sharp edges cut through wings, ripped them open, carved them out underneath skin… It was torture.
Only God's personal Angels were capable of such cruelty, they were the only ones who could look down on their own race and ignore the inhuman screeches that emitted from them.
Humans tend to think of Angels as wonderful creatures, gentle and beautiful, merciful and kind but they were nothing but emotionless servants, following God's orders without any protest.
A high voice, inaudible to human ears washed over the cast outs.
You are rebels, it meant while flames blazed around them.

Camael punished all of those who dared act against God's will and it had made him cruel and cold. He was not golden like most Archangels, not silver like most Fighters, he was a simple blaze of fire, deep red and furious and his shadow spurted mighty wings that almost covered the whole realm.
And so you shall fall.