Creo was a hunter, a trained one...but even he had his limits, of course. He was only really a hunter cause he needed the money... In this world supernatural creatures existed, most staying hidden in forests to avoid hunters and trafficking. There were different rankings of creatures, a system for human hunters to make the most money, as sick as it was. Lower ranks were like fawns and fairy's etc. since they were more common and a bit weaker. More powerful creatures like dragons and demons were two of the highest on the list since they were rare and the most powerful.

Then, there were angels. So rare they were said to be myths...no one's seen one and no one really has a lot of information on them but they're said to be the most powerful beings. They would be priceless alive.

This is what Creo was after. He didn't care, he'd find one of those angels and he'd be rich....even if it's never been done before. Angels were said to be myths because they resided in heaven and the only possible angels to wander earth were fallen ones. And it's said that angels rarely ever fall in centuries...much less likely to earth. They are said to be the most powerful creatures

And today, that's exactly what happened. Up in the mountains, away from civilization where Creo happened to be, out hunting for food and well...creatures. the sky was dark and electricity crackled through the sky

Guest had been cast out, banished from heaven. He was falling down to earth now. He didn't have time to adjust, falling too fast. He wrapped his wings around himself and crashed into the trees, falling through them and into the snow