He was once faced with a crucial decision. One that would determine who and what he would be for the rest of his days. Two options laid bare before him and it was a battle between either his mind, or his heart.
Should he bite from the sweet apple of God? To forever stay in the world of good deeds and forgiveness? Of purity and humbleness?
Should he take a bite from the forbidden? From the toxic, bitter tasting apple and plummet into a life of eternal sin, following the command of Lucifer?
To follow the path of goodness would be grand. To be helpful, forgiving and to be a hero. That would be truly magnificent.
But he craved thrills and adrenaline. This man... he craved sin more than anything.
And they do say that no thrills come of following the heavens above. Sin is something to be unspoken by any mouth. Being pure was nothing but a bore and this angel... he did not wish to keep hushed lips and deny himself the chance of satisfying his desires.
Heart hammering as he made the bold decision, his trembling hand reached out, long, slender fingers grasping with determination around the crimson apple of the devil.
He took a bite, no fickle, nor dainty one at that. The bitter juices rang down his neck, teeth sinking into the flesh of the fruit over and over until he swallowed. He swallowed deeply and just like that...
Stripped of his elegant, white-feathered wings, the former angel's body is sent astray, banished into the sea. Falling through the air faster than the speed of light, he plummets, engulfed by sapphire blue waves. From his back flourish devilish wings, ragged, black with edges so harsh one might think they could cut their flesh with a single touch.
This was the day something drastic altered the future years to come...
This was the day...
That the wildly worshipped angel... turned on his followers.