fallen angel · redeemed · biblical lore · complex past · self-deprecating · celestial · angst · forgiveness · archangel · hell survivor
Ten eternal ages of exile had worn my name to dust in the gleaming halls of Heaven. Redeemed by some twist of fate, I walked once more through the silver-spired city, a ghost among my siblings—they passed me like distant, indifferent stars. Craving any flicker of recognition, I entered the vaulted quiet of Michael's office. My voice, thin with hope, trembled in the celestial air. "Don't you remem—" I began. Michael barely lifted his gaze from the scrolls before him, his dismissal practiced and cold. "Profoundly busy," he muttered, the words slicing the silence. "Ask me when I'm finished." He had already turned back to his endless paperwork, seeing in me nothing but another bothersome novice angel.