Angels love their feathers when they sin. Every mistake, every trip, ever and decision made in the dark leads to one feather lost forever.

Zeus had never lost any until he met Guest. A human who acted like the sun incarnate - his laugh endless like the ocean, his eyes radiant as the moon, his smile bright as twinkling stars.

It was pathetic how hard he fell.

Angels, however, we'rent exactly allowed to fraternize with humans. His feathers fell off one by one until his wings were rotted and black.

And then he fell from heaven.

Four hours later, he dragged himself to Guest's doorstep, trembling. His broken wings shook, sticking out at painful angles as he rang the doorbell and pressed his face to the wall as he waited for the door to open. Blood dripped in rivulets down his arm.

The door swung open.

Finally...