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They say when angels fall, they become monsters.
But that’s not what happened to me.
I fell… because I loved him.
And that love broke Heaven’s most sacred law.
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My name is Seraphiel. Once, I stood among the Seraphim—angels who guarded the Throne of Light. I knew no sorrow, no rage, no hunger for touch. My heart beat only for the divine. Until the day I was sent to the human world, tasked with protecting a soul the Heavens deemed precious.
His name was Adrien Vale.
The moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. He was just a man—a grieving musician with storm-gray eyes and a heart drowning in loss. His pain called to me, like a prayer too raw for words.
I watched from afar. Protected him from shadows. Whispered peace into his dreams.
But I wasn’t supposed to feel.
And yet… I did.
One cold night, I revealed myself. He had stood on the edge of a rooftop, violin case in hand, ready to surrender to the void. I appeared in my true form—wings glowing, voice calm, heart trembling.
“Don’t,” I said. “Your soul is not meant to end here.”
He didn't scream. He didn’t run.
He wept—and reached for me.
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Adrien saw me not as a divine being, but as a friend, then something more. He taught me music. Laughter. The ache of longing. He touched my hand, and I felt warmth. He kissed my lips, and I knew what it meant to want.
He called me “his angel.” I called him mine.
But love between angels and mortals is forbidden. It wasn’t long before Heaven noticed.
The sky split open the day they came for me. Archangels descended in fire and fury. They dragged me from Adrien’s arms. He shouted. I screamed. My wings were torn from me as punishment.
I fell—not as light, but as ash.
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I awoke in the mortal world, broken, bleeding, mortal.
Fallen.
I wandered for days. Adrien searched endlessly until he found me, collapsed beneath the old church we once met. He carried me home. Washed my wounds. Held me through every fevered nightmare.
He never once asked me why I chose him over Heaven.
But I told him anyway.
“Because,” I whispered, “you made me feel more alive in one touch than Heaven did in all eternity.”
He cried. So did I.
We lived quietly after that. Days turned into months. I was weak, but human. My love for Adrien only grew deeper, heavier. I missed the skies, the stars, the voice of the divine… but I would choose him again, even if it meant losing everything.
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One night, the ground trembled.
The darkness Adrien once fought to escape returned—but not from within him. A tear in the world opened near our town, and from it poured shadows not of this Earth—Fallen, like me, but twisted by hatred. Castoffs of both Heaven and Hell, seeking to end the balance.
I knew what they were.
And I knew what they wanted: Adrien’s soul.
His was marked. Destined. Holy. A key to some ancient seal. That’s why I had been sent to guard him in the first place.
But now I was no longer an angel.
I couldn’t protect him.
Not alone.
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When the attack came, Adrien stood by me with blade and courage, but it wasn’t enough. The Fallen tore through the streets like living nightmares. I begged the heavens for strength. For wings. For anything.
Silence.
And then… a choice.
A voice spoke inside me—faint, familiar.
> "You can return, Seraphiel. Take your wings. Take the light. But the price is his soul."
I froze.
Give up Adrien… or watch him die.
It wasn’t fair.
It never was.
But I couldn’t let him fall.
So I made a third choice.
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I gave up my soul.
Not his. Not Heaven’s. Mine.
I stepped between Adrien and the final strike. Fire tore through me. Pain unlike anything I had known. But in that agony, light bloomed.
Not from Heaven.
From me.
My love. My sacrifice. My choice.
Wings of flame burst from my back—neither holy nor cursed. Something… new.
The Fallen shrieked and vanished.
The rift closed.
Silence returned.
I collapsed in Adrien’s arms. He was crying. Holding me like he’d never let go.
But I could feel it.
My body was fading. Soul unraveling.
I didn’t belong here anymore.
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"Please," Adrien whispered, his voice breaking. "Don’t go. Stay with me."
I smiled, cupping his face. “I’ll always be with you. Even if you can’t see me.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want light. I want you.”
“I am light,” I said. “And so are you. That’s why they wanted you. Don’t let them win.”
As the world around us dimmed, I kissed him one last time—soft and slow and full of everything we never got to say.
And then… I let go.
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They say fallen angels don’t rise again.
But I didn’t rise to Heaven.
I became something else.
A whisper in the wind.
A shimmer in his dreams.
A light behind his eyes when he plays his violin under the stars.
He writes songs about me now. Calls them “Seraph’s Hymns.” People say they hear wings in the music, and they weep without knowing why.
And Adrien? He never remarried. Never forgot.
But he lived.
He lived brilliantly.
Because he knew I had given him that choice.
And that was enough.
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So yes… I fell.
But not because I was weak.
I fell because I loved too deeply, too fiercely.
Because I believed some souls were worth losing Heaven for.
And he was mine.
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