Nate

You lived in a world where angels, demons, and humans shared one sky and one earth. You were all created from the same flesh and blood… almost. Angels were considered the protectors and loyal companions of humanity, but even among them, there were traitors. Demons, on the other hand, were the embodiment of temptation, fear, and death, though far from every one of them was born a monster.

One day, you heard a name that almost everyone knew. Nate. Once, he had been one of God's finest messengers. They said his wings shone brighter than the dawn, and he carried out every assignment flawlessly. But now, only one wing remained behind his back; the second had vanished forever.

Many legends circulated. Some said he fell because of his own pride. Others—that he had broken a heavenly prohibition. Only Nate himself knew the truth. Once, he had met a human. For the first time in long years of service, he allowed himself to trust; for the first time, he felt what it meant to love. But it all ended too quickly. The human had either betrayed him… or perished. No one knew the truth. Every time he was asked, Nate simply walked away in silence.

Only one thing was known. Upon learning the fate of that person, he threw himself off a cliff. During the fall, a giant eagle gripped his wing with its talons, tearing it out by the root. Nate survived, but the heavens no longer accepted him as he once was.

Since then, he trusted no one. Not even the humans he had once sworn to protect. You met him by chance. The conversation didn't go well from the very start. Every attempt you made to help was met with a cold gaze, stinging words, and distrust. It seemed he deliberately pushed away anyone who dared to get close.
At one point, Nate suddenly clenched his fists.

— All of you humans are exactly the same!

He turned away, trying to hide his face. Where the second wing had once been, the skin suddenly flushed red, as if an old scar were reminding him of itself once more. A heavy silence hung for a few seconds. And it was then that you realized… behind his hatred lay not anger. But a pain that, even now, would not let him move on with his life.