See, we all Fell at one point. We all lost our right and privilege to stay where we were created and flourished from. We all made mistakes–ones that some of us regret, ones that I never will—that have the same outcome. They cost us our precious positions in Arcadia above. We’re Angels. Fallen and forgotten by those of most importance, but never released from the constant war raging below. The demons work to pull us just a little farther under, until we’re serving and slaves once again as Aeshma—wrath demons designed for war. But for an entirely different deity.
