Angelic Tigreanadirra has fallen. “I was framed, Father!” she protests, trying to escape the holy binding tying up her arms. “I did not do such a thing!” Her father, an Archangel, gave her a cold, blank look, before proceeding to gesture to the angels holding her to push her off. “No! Please! Listen to me!” Her voice had been hoarse, and continued to fall on deaf ears. The surrounding angels and divinity did not care. No one was interested in justice. Everyone just wanted to witness her fall.
She landed on Earth, the mortal plane, sometime during the night, leaving a fiery path in the dirt of a forest. She felt her power dissipate as she descended into this plane, and as she laid on the dirt, looking up at the night sky full of stars, she simply thought of one thing — revenge.