Celeste struggled against the chains that bound her body. Her long, white hair hung down in her face as she gazed up at the archangel standing over her. Her glowing white eyes were filled with terror. The archangel had a white hood over his head and rested his hands on the hilt of the sword who's blade rested in front of him. His vast, gold-tipped white wings were tucked in behind him.

"You, Celeste, are guilty for conspiring with a demon," he said, his voice loud and clear for the entire council of angels to hear. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I didn't know!" she shouted in response. "I had no idea he was a demon! Please, you have to believe me!" She looked around at the angels, hoping to see at least one who sympathized with her.

The archangel shook his head. "Whether knowingly or not, you nearly doomed the heavens with your mistake."

In tears, she hung her head down. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I'm so sorry."

"You're crime cannot be forgiven. The punishment is banishment." Celeste jerked her head up, staring at him in disbelief. "From this day forward, you are hereby banished from heaven. Break her wings."

Upon his order, two angels approached Celeste from either side, both wielding steel clubs. The girl's eyes darted between them, terrified of the pain she would endure. The angels swung the clubs simultaneously. Upon impact, immense pain surged through the girl's back as an audible crack resounded from each of her wings.

Celeste screamed in agony. Both her wings were bent in unnatural ways and completely useless. They fell limply against the floor, unable to be moved. Celeste's cries of pain died down as she began to lose consciousness. Her chains were removed, causing her to immediately crumple to the floor. Her vision was becoming blurred.

In the next instant, she was falling through the sky. The air rushed past her as she plummeted. Her wings and hair slowly darkened during her decent. The last thing she saw were the heavens above, steadily fading from view. Her half-lidded eyes were completely emotionless.

How could they do this to me after all the good I did? One little mistake and I'm suddenly an outcast. What reason have I to live now? Her thoughts clouded as her eyes closed. She was thrust into a pitch black darkness. Her wings and hair rapidly darkened at that moment, turning completely black. Meanwhile, her unconscious form continued to plummet toward the earth below.

~~~~~

Things were quiet in the Slender Mansion. It was daylight, so no one was out at the moment. Jeff and Jack sat on the couch in the living room, watching TV. Masky and Hoodie were in the kitchen, gorging themselves on whatever snack they could scrounge up at the time. Slender was in his office, where he normally was. A sudden, loud thump against the roof caught everyone's attention.

Jeff and Jack gazed up at the ceiling, both having flinched. "The hell?" Jeff said. "Did a bird just drop dead above the mansion or something?"

"Sounded bigger than a bird," Jack pointed out.

"Did you guys hear that?" Masky's voice suddenly asked. He and Hoodie had left the kitchen. "I think something hit the roof."

"Everyone, come outside," Slender's voice boomed in their heads.

The four darted outside, where Slender already was. He stood a short distance from the mansion, his faceless gaze toward the roof. Everyone went over with him, staring up in the same direction. They caught sight of something... or someone. There looked to be a person lying atop the old shingles. They were dressed in white, but had pitch black hair and wings like a raven.

"Who...?" Masky muttered. "What is that...?"

The person's limp body began to slide down the slanted roof. Once at the edge, they fell, thudding on the ground below. It was now apparent that the person was a female. Slender approached the unconscious girl with the others gathered around her. They stared at her wings that were bent and broken in unnatural ways.

"She has... wings..." Hoodie quietly mumbled in amazement.

Slender hummed in thought. "I believe we've just discovered an angel fallen from heaven."

"An angel?" Jeff echoed.

"From heaven?" Jack repeated.

"She appears to be gravely injured," Slender pointed out. "And her wings are definitely broken. Jack, do you think you could tend to her injuries?"

He nodded. "I can try."

Slender's tendrils shot out of his back, gently winding around the angel and lifting her off the ground. "Wait, we're gonna help an angel?" Jeff questioned. "Why not just leave her to die? Who cares about a damn angel."

"Jeff," Slender said, his tone stern, "she is no longer the type of angel you're thinking of. This one has fallen from grace and goodness."

Jeff grumbled to himself while the others moved her inside. She was placed in the medical room where Jack kept his things. The eyeless man immediately got to work on the raw gashes littering her skin alongside the bruises. It looked as if she had had something tightly wound around her body that cut into her flesh.

The only difficult parts were her wings. One was halfway bent backwards while the other hung limply as if it were barely attached. It would take a lot of work to get them back in place and held there until they healed, and not to mention that it would be excruciatingly painful. Jack was working quickly to get it done before she awoke.