Falling from the red sky the angel glanced up and watched the others looking down at her with loathe and distaste.

Imploring her weak arms upwards, she tried going back home. Thunder was heard; lighting was seen. She was punished. She had to pay the price.

Her clothes were tattered, her white robes were black now. Covered with the darkness of hatred, anger, dirt and murk. She was punished; just the ritual of following her desires.

Covering her naked flesh, she began standing up. Her weak limps gave up, she fell down. She was no longer an angel, she was a human- of bags of flesh and bones.

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