Mythraea Chronicles

Hearts' Banishment

In the celestial realm, the angels' resentment towards Hearts had reached its zenith. His actions in Mythraea had disrupted their rigid order, fostering a peace they found intolerable. They could no longer ignore his defiance, and so they devised a plan to bring about his downfall. They would exploit his one vulnerability—his deep affection for the queens of Mythraea.

Whispers began to spread among the angels, insidious and pervasive. They claimed that Hearts harbored indecent thoughts about the queens, an accusation that struck at the core of angelic propriety. While Hearts' feelings were pure, filled with care and admiration rather than lust, he could not deny his affection without lying. This, the angels knew, would be his undoing.

The rumors quickly gained traction, and soon, the entire celestial realm buzzed with scandal. Hearts, once respected and revered, found himself besieged by accusations. He stood before the assembly of angels, their eyes filled with judgment and disdain.

"You have betrayed your kind," one of the leading angels declared. "Your thoughts are impure, your actions misguided. You are no longer fit to be among us."

Hearts tried to defend himself, to explain that his feelings were rooted in a deep desire to protect and nurture, not to possess. But his words were drowned out by the chorus of condemnation. The angels, united in their resolve to see him fall, were relentless. The more he struggled to explain, the more they twisted his words, turning his genuine care into something sordid.

Faced with the overwhelming tide of criticism and unable to prove his innocence without denying his true feelings, Hearts was overpowered. The angels, fueled by their own sense of righteousness and the fear of his growing influence, combined their powers to cast him out.

As the judgment was pronounced, Hearts felt a searing pain. His wings, symbols of his divine nature, began to lose their feathers, one by one. His powers, once radiant and formidable, started to fade. The golden light that had always surrounded him dimmed, turning into a somber, shadowy hue.

Hearts' fall was slow, agonizingly so. He felt every moment of his descent, each passing second filled with the anguish of betrayal and the sting of forsakenness. The celestial realm grew distant, its once-welcoming light now a memory. His wings, now bare and useless, were testament to his loss.

In this prolonged descent, Hearts contemplated his fate. He had sacrificed so much for the beings of Mythraea, only to be cast out by his own kind, and the sense of injustice burned within him.

As the ground loomed ever closer, and just moments before he hit the ground, he promised himself he would continue to protect the world he had grown to love, even if he had to do so from the shadows. The final remnants of his angelic form faded. Hearts was no longer the radiant being he once was; he had become a fallen angel, a symbol of defiance and resilience. His transformation complete, he lost consciousness just before hitting the ground, knowing that his journey was far from over.