An angel has gone to hell. No one ever told him he had a choice, that he could explain, ask for forgiveness. It never occurred to anyone that there was any other way than this. Even he thought he deserved it, in that fraction of a second when his mind was cleared of its old chains and before the new shackles were set in place.
There are many angels in hell, and he wonders what any of them has done to possibly equal his crime, his sin, his great evil. For his must be the greatest of all. It must be.
The angels of hell are just as beautiful to behold as any other, but their hearts are too heavy for their wings to lift.