an angel once gave up his ideals of perfection, hung up his halo and accepted his life of sin. his name was l u c i u s , a once loyal advocate of c a l l u s, god of all gods; and seeked refuge in the middle land called: earth.
despite having their angelic abilities, callus tore all the wings of the fallen. to prevent them from ever going back to the realm of his kingdom and confiscated their immortality, forcing them to live and die, just like any other human.
here along with the rest of the fallen angels who submitted to his belief, lucius have forgotten his sense of righteousness and incite brawls, fights and even murders. but not all followed, some have rebelled and tore themselves away from lucius and his pact. they are called the f o r g o t t e n, angels living a mundane life with their angelic powers intact, hoping that one day they can still accend to heaven.
despite the battle between good and evil, everyone should still be careful of angels; most epecially those who are weary, tired-eyed men and women, roaming the streets with no indication of their previous sanctity. they are spiteful, vengeful people.
they are nothing more than empty prayers and burnt wings.
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FanfictionA N G E LS are no longer the celestial beings they once were. they are not glorified.they are nothing more than rumours, whispers, legends. lost in the mists of a forgotten time. in this world, angels are not our saviours, crowned, holy, divine be...