The Fall From Grace
Hell and Heaven—the two different worlds.
Heaven was the realm where angels existed, a place filled with light and calm. It was not a world of life or death, but of souls—pure, weightless, and eternal.
Hell, on the other hand, was where demons dwelled, born from darkness and ruled by chaos.
And beneath both of these realms existed Earth, a fragile planet where humans belonged.
Sometimes, beings forgot where they truly belonged.And when that happened, destruction was never far behind.
Heaven was a world where only prayers echoed. There was no pain, no hunger, no fear—only devotion. Souls gathered not to survive, but simply to exist, close enough to speak with God Himself.
That day, all angels were kneeling in prayer.
Silence filled the endless white hall—until one angel stepped forward.
“It has been many years,” the angel said, his voice steady but sharp. “And look at what you have gained. Only a few humans still pray to you. You made a wrong choice, God.”
A sudden stillness spread through Heaven.
God slowly turned His gaze toward the angel.
“And you are teaching the one who created you?” He asked calmly. “You do not know what I know.”
“I may not know everything,” the angel replied, “but I am not wrong either. Humans are uncontrollable souls. They disobey you again and again.”
Whispers spread among the angels. Some looked shocked. Others reached out, trying to stop him, but he did not step back.
“They break your laws,” he continued. “They destroy each other. Yet you favor them over us.”
God’s expression darkened—not with anger, but with disappointment.
“I am disappointed,” He said at last. “My most intelligent angel has chosen defiance. You no longer deserve Heaven.”
The angel clenched his fists, his wings trembling.
“And this is how it ends?” he asked bitterly. “You will regret this one day.”
God said nothing.
With a single motion, the ground beneath the angel vanished.
And he fell.
