Fallen Angel

The young Angel stood in front of her higher up. "Batya Alvara," God himself said, his voice booming across the great hall.
She immediately bowed down, flinching at the mention of her true name. "Rise up, my child. No need to be formal."
Batya rose and stared blankly at the floor. This was part of the issue of why she was sent down to Earth. The divine child was emotionless. She didn't feel joy, sadness, anger, or even love.
"You know what you did, my child," God announced after a few long minutes of silence.
She nodded her head, not looking up to meet his strong gaze. "Tell me, why would you do such a thing?"
"Father, I can't feel anything. I don't feel sorry. I don't feel guilt. I don't feel anything at all," she answered, finally meeting his eyes.
God sighed and closed his eyes. He knew what he had to do, even if it was his own child. He opened his closed eyes. "Batya, you are hereby banned from Heaven from this day forth for putting the other Angels in danger of letting Demons from Hell come into this sacred place."
Tears fell from his eyes. He quickly wiped them away and continued speaking. "You are now a Fallen Angel. You may not return until you find love and happiness."
Batya nodded and stood prepared for what was going to happen. "I love you, Batya," God whispered.
The air around her started to blow wildly, tossing her hair around like a plastic bag. A single tear slid down her cheek as she replied with, "I would hope so."
Then, a bright light surrounded her. Everyone who was in the room at the time had to look away or it would blind them.
God rose off of his throne and spoke two words, "Addio, figlia."
The light exploded and when it cleared, Batya was gone.