When humans sin, all they must do is return to their "loving father" and beg for forgiveness, and he will grant it, no matter how many times they fall. When angels sin, they are not given the same grace. For every sin an angel commits, a feather from their pristine, white wings will turn black. In order to receive forgiveness, it must be plucked by God himself, never to grow back. However, some angels have sinned so much they can't even be granted the dignity of wandering with naked wings, rather being forced to bear the weight of blackened wings for all eternity. Or perhaps they chose that fate for themselves. My name is Vivienne, formerly an angel of the almighty. Nowadays, I suppose I'm what you would call a "fallen angel," as my wings have become completely black. In fact, I don't even remember what they looked like white. Or maybe I do. And maybe this is my story.