PROLOGUE : MARIETTA' ACCOUNT UPON HER FIRST FALL IN ARCTARIA-
I have fallen.
I was one of the angels of Asgard. One of the guardian of Heaven's Gate. I did the best of my ability to preserve Asgard against demons and provide divine intervention on worlds that are in dire need of help.
Nonetheless, I have fallen, not for disobeying orders or for going directly Asgard itself, but I have sinned for wanting too much power. I made contract with a demon god. He helped me achieve my pure self, but it is still negotiating with a demon, an act of pure heresy in the eyes of Asgard.
I seek for atoning my sins. I have saved many surface worlds, yet it is not enough. I returned to Asgard after the events that transpired within Aventheim. The Seven Magi are merciful for not destroying me outright. Instead, they banished me, stripped of my powers, into a surface world that I'm supposed to protect.
I have fallen, into the surface world of Arctaria.
Arctaria, I remember this place. One of the oldest surface worlds placed by the gods as a buffer against demons trying to make an assault against their homerealm. It is considered a paradise world, flourishing with magic and technology.
What my eyes see though seems otherwise. The place I have fallen is a desolate wasteland, full of cracks and craters that stretch throughout the horizons. What irks me the most is that I sense demons, many of them.
I see them now, they are drawn by my presence. I lost my holy staff, my powers, I am powerless against them.
I must run, I have to get into relative safety before I plan out my way back to Heaven's Gate.
I want to return to Asgard again. I will not let that one mistake erode my reputation.