Home of the Damned -- Demons and Angels (Afterdeath)

Prologue

"For your transgressions, Geno, you will be banished from heaven. Such sins could not be overlooked even if believed to be justified," The angel kept his skull down, not so much in shame of his act but more so in regret of allowing things to have devolved to such a state. Of course if any dared to hurt his brother he would do anything to avenge him. He couldn't possibly feel bad for taking a mortal's life with their given actions: they deserved their punishment and now Geno was to be given his. He said nothing in response to his sentence as his hand drew over his crimson scarf. This was the final moment he would lay eyes on his home, and now he would be cast from heaven for the crime of murder. "Is there anything you wish to say before your departure?" He weakly shook his head, signalling the higher council of angels to proceed with his sentencing. "Very well," One of the angels signaled to another to walk in front of Geno, grabbing one of his wrists to clamp on a thin gold band around it: a limiter intended to prevent an angel from returning home. He'd likely be stuck with this for eternity now. The angel that did this, looked back at the council, receiving a nod that prompted them to escort Geno to the gates of heaven. There were a few familiar faces, seeming sorrowful at his leave but Geno seemed ill interested at them, at this point he didn't really seem to care what happened to him.

The sound of the gates closing behind him solidified his fate, he didn't look back though. With a sigh, he spread his wings out, already feeling a weight to them that felt dangerously unfamiliar but was easily explained by the wristlet he wore. Finally he flew off, feeling dread slowly set in as he felt himself be dragged down to the surface. His wings began to ache from the weakness although thankful the surface was within sight, although his excitement was too quickly felt as his wings prematurely gave out, sending him hurtling to the surface. Geno's hastily panic driven mind thought quickly to minimize damage: sure it likely wouldn't kill him but with the limiter, his healing is inhibited as well.

Almost on instinct, his wings wrapped around him at the point of impact, soon feeling a sharp pain take him, radiating through his whole body. He felt his body go numb as the feeling settled, definitely feeling multiple broken bones. Geno could hardly remain conscious as another heaviness took him, his vision fading with the vague sight of white feather falling away. He saw through a heavier canopy of trees onto the blue sky that he had just fallen from, his wings now limp from the exertion. Finally his socket shut with a blanketing exhaustion, his lingering energy going towards healing his body now, leaving him in the middle of a forest almost entirely exposed, yet his surroundings seemed deserted thankfully.

No one would have accounted for another immortal being in the vicinity though, sensing the intrusion of the angels aura from his nearby home he had made for himself. Such spontaneous feeling sparked curiosity in the immortal, prompting him to seek out this lingering aura as it settled in the forest.