The falls are always hard, and if they weren’t virtually indestructible, like us, it would be death. I wasn’t surprised in the least when I walked up to find this creature, attempting to fly and only managing to fall and roll over and over again. His wings were slowly blackening, losing all the bright white that they once held. His hair was becoming the same, like death was coming over his tousled locks. His clothing was the only thing left the beautiful white.

                He must have felt my presents, feeling danger as I touched the ground, making a small sound as the dirt cracked beneath my weight. He didn’t speak, but his eyes widened at the sight of me. He was panicking, but for some reason, he didn’t scream.

                An angel, a fallen one, lay here attempting to get up. I was sent to retrieve him, make him one of us, a demon. But I had expected a fight, not a silent onlooker. “Your name?” I asked.

                He didn’t answer, only stretched his long legs out. His eyes met my golden ones. This creature’s eyes soft were deep brown, almost like chocolate.

                “What did you do to be banished?” I asked. Maybe he would answer that.

                He didn’t however, only looking away, a blush crossing his features. He moved to sit up, knees bending as he stood on wobbly legs. The once clean clothing now covered in dust and grass from his fruitless attempts to stand. He walked up to me and I turned around, leading him away from his falling sight.

                Portals were what most creatures used to get around to the other dimensions; however my kind didn’t use them. There was a simple chant of words in a forgotten tongue that could bring us to hell and back. Teleportation, I guess that is what it is.

                I brought him back to my land and settled him into a room with no light. He needed to get used to it. Where he was from, that is all they had; light. He was quiet, shy, and scared. It would soon change when he learned what he was going to be used for.