Pain was the first thing Celeste could feel. She forced her eyes open, lazily looking around. "W-Where am I?" she mumbled. She could tell she was in some sort of room that looked similar to something in a hospital... a rundown hospital. "What happened?"

She swiftly regained her memory of everything before she lost consciousness. I was cast out. I'm not in heaven anymore, and I can never return. She resented her brethren for the fate she was given. Celeste knew she must've been on earth now, but she didn't know where exactly.

She shifted a bit, pain shooting through her back as she moved. It was then that she noticed that her hair and wings were no longer the pristine white they once were. She also noted that her bruised body and broken wings had been tended to, but by whom?

The sound of a door caught her attention, and she struggled to move to where she could see. "Ah, you're awake," a male voice said. A blue, eyeless-masked figure came into her view. "Try not to move too much. You'll only make your injuries worse."

"So, you're the one who tended to my wounds?" she asked. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"My name is Eyeless Jack. You landed on our roof, battered and broken."

"Our?" she echoed. "There are more?"

He nodded. "I should probably let Slender know you're up. He wants to talk with you. Be right back."

Jack left the room. While he was gone, Celeste slowly and carefully sat herself up. She winced at the shooting pain in her wings. After a few more moments, Jack returned with the rest of the household. The angel could sense that the tall, faceless one wasn't mortal.

"Good to see you awake, young angel," Slender spoke. "My name is Slenderman, and I welcome you to my mansion. What is your name, child?"

"Celeste," she answered. She eyed each of them. "Is that how mortals normally look? And you, Slenderman, if I'm not mistaken, you aren't even human."

Slender chuckled. "You are correct. I'm not human, and this group of individuals isn't normal, I assure you. You already know Jack, and this is Jeff, Masky, and Hoodie." He gestured to each of them. "But I'd like to know your story, Celeste. How did an angel wind up here, in the mortal realm?"

The girl sighed, her glowing white orbs gazing up at the ceiling. "That's simple. I was cast out."

"Why?" Slender asked.

The angel narrowed her eyes. "For almost bringing a demon past the gates of heaven. I didn't even know he was a demon, he tricked me. But we were caught by one of the archangels. The demon was killed, and I was chained, beaten, and banished. Now, I'm trapped here in the realm of mortals, rejected by my brethren." She clenched her fists. "What am I supposed to do? I have nowhere to go."

"Well, I'd be happy to have you here," Slender said. "A being like yourself would make a valuable ally."

Celeste stared at him in slight shock. "You would really take me in?"

"But of course. You may stay here for as long as you like."

She smiled. "Thank you." Her eyes went to Jack. "And thank you for bandaging my injuries."

"No problem," he replied. "It took a bit of work to get your wings back in place. Now you'll just have to wait for them to heal. It might take quite some time with the extent of the damage."

She smirked. "Shouldn't be too long. I am an angel. My body can heal much faster than a feeble human's."

Weeks passed by and Celeste found herself learning about the strange members of the household. She got to know each of them during her time healing. Despite their psychotic nature and desire to kill others, the angel didn't resent them in the slightest. She was more fascinated than anything, ignoring the rules she'd lived by for ages about treasuring life and caring for the mortals.

In fact, she was becoming interested in trying it herself. The constant bragging about the sight and scent of blood being spilt, the screams of the victims, and the adrenaline pumping were becoming too much for Celeste to resist. Soon enough, the casts on the girl's wings were finally removed. Everyone gathered outside to see her soar once more.

Celeste spread her wings, moving them to make sure they no longer hurt. Once she was ready, she flapped her wings, their strength lifting her off the ground. She grinned as the others watched her from below.

"Way to go, Celeste!" Jeff cheered.

"You can fly again!" Masky added with excitement.

Celeste hovered back down until her feet were on the ground. "Now all I'm missing is the proper look. I'm thinking something dark to match my wings."

"What do you mean?" Jack questioned.

"Well, I wouldn't be an angel of death if I wore this." She gestured to her white robe.

"Angel of death, I like the sound of that," Slender said.

"So a grim reaper..." Hoodie quietly added. "Without the bones."

Celeste concentrated on her appearance. Before everyone's eyes, her clothes began to darken and change. Like magic, her outfit looked completely different.

(This is how her clothes look)

"Breathtaking," Slender complimented.

Celeste then summoned her staff, which was a common weapon for angels. She focused on it, morphing it into a different shape. It became a beautiful scythe with bones and other designs adorning it.

(This is her scythe)

Jeff immediately rushed to her side, examining the weapon. "Sweet scythe!" He slid his forefinger along the blade, letting it break his skin. He licked off the trickling blood from his finger, his permanent grin widening. "And it's so sharp. I love it."

Celeste took a deep breath and examined herself. She chuckled. "Now I'm ready. If the angels want to cast me out, then they're going to pay. I'll massacre all their precious humans. I'll harvest the souls of my victims and keep them from ever reaching the heavens. This will be my revenge."

Jeff joined in her maniacal laughter. Soon, she would become well-known amongst mankind as a grim reaper. Demons would fear her, and the angels would be forced to sit by and watch the monster they created.

The End