[Neah]

I wasn't always
Fallen you know.

I used to be a
favorite. Tells you
how fast things
can change.

Cecidit can't say he was the perfect example of an angel. Sometimes he could be wrathful. Sometimes envious. But he tried, and in His eyes that was what seemed to count. Everyone was bound to give in one time or another after all.
But his world changed pretty quickly on the turn of the twenty second century. In a flash of light he, and many others, were expelled from their home. And Falling hurt. It hurt worse than anything he had felt before. It felt like he was on fire, and when he woke up on the ground of the mortal realm he tried so hard to protect, he was surprised to see that he couldn't recognize himself. His once bright fur took on darker tones and his markings had changed completely. His white wings now blood red. He was appalled.
He tried over and over to communicate with his home but no one ever answered. There was always silence there to greet him.
So he did his best to live in the world he didn't belong in, eventually not bothering to hide his wings as it seemed to be a common growth here in the mortal world. And he grew colder. And colder. And colder. And eventually, he couldn't even recognize himself anymore. That was fine. He wasn't a favorite anymore. He wasn't controlled. He was free.

(If you guys want your character(s) in the comic, message me.)

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Prologue ---> {1}{2}{3}{4}{5}{6}{7}

Chapter 1 ---> {1}{2}

[corrosive_limes]

Stalking owo

[Megaguirus]

So totally stalking this.

[Neah]

I'll be putting a new page up soon.