Once, we were the first legion of Heaven perfect, loyal, and feared. We stood at the gates of eternity, blades forged in divine light, sworn to protect a throne that saw us as expendable. When the war in the heavens began, we were sent to the front… and abandoned. Betrayed by those we worshipped, we fell not in defeat, but in defiance. Cast from the sky, our wings burned black, our halos shattered into ash. But we did not perish. We rose again, reborn in darkness, bound not by faith but by vengeance. Now we are The Fallen Angels. We are no longer servants of Heaven… we are its reckoning. Every battle we fight, every kingdom we break, brings us closer to the gates we once guarded. And when we return, it will not be as protectors but as conquerors.