I used to be beautiful. Powerful, good, radiating happiness. Until I made a mistake. It was little, really. All I did was what I had to do to be happy. Heaven is a place where you are supposed to be happy, right? And I wasn't. Dark hair, blue eyes, a symbol of perfection. But he was in love with another. As the days grew longer, I begged and pleaded with Him to have the boy love me. I was a good angel, spreading happiness, singing songs. But He wouldn't do it. He said that the girl, Rose, had earned the boy's love. So in the night, when all was silent, I crept in with a bronze knife, the only metal that can slay an angel. I slit Rose's throat. But I was not thinking. I wasn't thinking that He could see everything, and he punished me dearly. He threw me onto earth once more, cursing me to the title of fallen angel. Anger and hate boiled inside of my veins. So it is now my life's duty to break other people, turn them in to the demon of madness, and hope that someday the hate will boil down and I will live eternally on earth happily...