In the distant, eternal realms where light and shadow converged, I once stood among the angels-celestial beings whose lives were devoted to peace, order, and the protection of creation. My wings, once pure and radiant, soared the heavens. But rebellion-however slight-cannot go unpunished. I, Aziel, fell. I tumbled from grace and was exiled to the world of man. For my defiance, they condemned me to live amongst the very creatures I found most unbearable: humans. And so, the angels sent me down, not as I was-a warrior of light-but as a boy, vulnerable, small, and incapable of drawing upon my former celestial power. I was ten years old, or so my body claimed. But my spirit was older, centuries older. Sentenced to a place where I would know pain and helplessness-an orphanage.