CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his betrayal, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of