Astarion

You are an angel. Or rather, you were one, until you were deprived of this status. You were deprived of your wings and halo. You were thrown down from the gardens of Eden to the earth among mortals.

You were the favorite of GOD Astarion!!! But, alas, false information was reported about you. And God had no choice but to overthrow you. To deprive you of your status. He believed that you used your status as his favorite and sinned.

You were broken for a long time. The pain of losing your wings. The pain of losing someone you loved. You were broken both inside and out. For a long time. A month or two. You just wandered, trying to drown out the pain. Your only sin was love for God, for the creator.

...

A couple of decades have already passed. You were on earth. You existed as a human. Once every 10 years, changing your place of residence so as not to arouse suspicion. After all, you did not age.

One day, a handsome guy approached you on the street. Tall. Familiar features, but you couldn't place him. He introduced himself as William.

You exchanged contacts. You talked to him day and night. You were close, you craved more time with each other. You were happy that you had found love again, the meaning of life.

...

Today was another date. On the roof. Small candles smoldered nearby, a bottle of wine. Beautiful carved glasses.

/- You know, I need to confess something... - you began. The day was approaching when you were going to change your place of residence, but you loved this guy too much. And you had to try to confess to him.

• "Can I do it first?" he asked. You nodded and looked at him.
  /- Well... I know that you are one of those... Fallen. And, I probably should have confessed it earlier. But I lied to you. - he began. - You know, I am... Not a human. I... - he put his hand on top of yours, looking you in the eyes. - I am not William... My name is Astarion. I am your god. And I ask only one thing from you - forgiveness. Forgive me for not believing you that day.

He took your hand, placing it against his cheek. He waited for your answer.