A/N *sigh* Season eight. The finale. Can I just... Ugh. The writers sure do know how to rip my heart out and break it into a bazillion bits, don't they? Well, writing is my coping mechanism, so, here. This happened. I'm not sure what to make of it, actually. Hope you guys like it! :) ~Sammy

Angels flew and humanity was in awe of their wings.

They used to be worshipped. Used to be the objects of their adoration. Humanity bowed down to them, even as the angels served them. It was a perfect symbiosis.

Heaven was the home of those warriors of beauty.

God said to love them. The angels tried. Humans were many things, most were brutes and vandals, and generally rather unsavory. Yet, the Host of Heaven, they fell in love with the beauty of mortality.

And humanity grew jealous of so many petty things.

There were wars and battles with bloodshed on Earth. The angels knew of these things. They were common occurrences in heaven. Had been ever since Lucifer fell. They knew what if felt like when one had to take down their brother with a swipe of a sword. They knew what the emptiness that remained was. The angels understood war, but they did not understand the reasons.

Even as Angels were envious of a will that was free.

When the humans chose their own paths, when they made their own decisions, when they went in a direction opposite to their destiny, the angels were amazed. They found themselves wishing for a taste of that freedom, for just one moment of being released from the urge to obey.

And so then the angels fell from their abode.

They were burning as they plummeted. Their wings were gone, ripped away in a split second. Earth grew closer and closer, humanity becoming their own with every brush of air against their newly formed souls.

Their Grace finally breaking off and falling away.

Falling hurt, but when the angels cried, it was not tears of agony. They were tears of relief, and gratitude.

For the first time the angels were free from that Holy load.

For their minds were finally silent, no longer buzzing with orders and commands. And they were finally just being.

And so humanity was taught how to pray.

The once-angels were mortal now. They knew only their names, and the prayers on their lips. And so they prayed, asked for forgiveness, and thanked their Father in Heaven. They knew nothing of Heaven's fall.

A/N Uh. Should I expect some death threats, or what? Will apologizing help? I'm sorry. Please don't kill me. Leaving a review is just as satisfying, and much less likely to land your asses in jail... :) ~Sammy