In a world where lust and all things like it are forbidden, one angel is wrongly accused of taking part in it. She is a victim of a rebellious angel, one who went against all they were told and yet still got away with it. One dark night as she is heading home, she is ambushed and attacked by an angel that has the vilest intentions in mind. When discovered in the act, the male plays it off as if it was the girl who attacked him. And as a male angel, the superior gender, of course, he is believed over her. The girl is condemned, thrown down to earth, and then stripped of her wings.
She has no will to live, sees no reason to get up.
She lays there, her wings that were so brutally torn from her back accompanying her mere feet away. She has no care. Doesn't bother to get up and leave the scene. Instead, she lays there, immovable. Broken, bleeding, and undone.
He found her.
She was lying in a pool of her own blood, her dress torn. Two twin bleeding wounds on her back. Curled up on her side, as if waiting for death. Her dark hair concealing her face from view. But something in him couldn't leave her there. Something in him died at the thought of letting her die. And so he determines to save her.