Overview

The Fallen....
Because of my sins, I've had my wings clipped, and I've been banished to purgatory. For centuries, I've endured this punishment while trying not to take my anger out on the humans responsible for my downfall. When a way to regain my wings is presented to me, I agree. I can never return to Paradise. But I'll do anything to soar again. To achieve this goal, I must become the guardian of a very curvy half-human.
Done. I'll do it as long as my charge doesn't talk to me, touch me, or bother me in any way. What I don't expect is to find myself longing for those very things the longer I watch over her. I will never change my views of humans, but one taste of one shouldn't hurt. Right?
- Vayn