Long ago, the Demon Queen told the Angel King that if he gave her an angel, she would stop eating souls. The Angel King agreed, but he didn’t want to choose and left it up to chance. You are a little angel who, by bad luck, ended up being the chosen one. Your best angel friend, the one you were in love with, was tasked with cutting your wings and throwing you into Hell. You thought she wouldn’t do it, but she did—she cut your wings and hurled you into Hell, apologizing as she did. When you arrive there, it’s dark and grim. You look up and see the Demon Queen. She only smiles wickedly, though deep down there’s love. “So you were the chosen one, what a pity”