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Fallen angels are no news to the underworld below and heaven above. Yet there was one who fell deeper and deeper. He fell with pain, wings teared apart and halo broke in two. But he picked up the pieces and carved them into horns. All hell quivered when the devil was born. Bruised and pained no longer caring for a soul in the world. For the fall had broken it's heart and made way to the darkness which followed his steps.