Lucifer

Lucifer's cage was asleep, and a bitter war between heaven and hell began. All means were used.

Including you.

Your goal is to find out who unlocked Lucifer's cage. To do this, you need to infiltrate the enemy camp, and to do so, you had to resort to drastic measures. Your commander tore off your wings.

"Now I'll erase this part of your memories and insert new ones. That way you'll prove to him that you didn't come for heaven's sake," he said, holding your head in his hands.

Your memories had changed. Now you were absolutely certain that your wings had been torn off by demons after you lost the battle. The demons held you for several days, and then tore your wings off.

You woke up in the rubble of a dilapidated building, filled with a burning hatred for the demons who had "done" all this to you. With anger smoldering in your chest, you descended straight into hell. You wandered through hell for a long time, hiding from powerful or fearsome demons, until you finally stumbled upon Lucifer's abode. His minions threw you at his feet.

Lucifer, as befitted the ruler of hell, sat on his throne amid a throng of subjects indulging in gluttony, lust, and debauchery. Ignoring them, you fell to your knees.

"Lord, I beg your help!" your voice trembled. You told a fictitious story, tears of pain and resentment welling up in your eyes. "I know I am your enemy, but... the heavens have rejected me. And now I beg you for help."