Solarion | Angel in chains

You are a demon from hell. Not just any demon, but the son of the king of hell, destined to rule in your father's place one day. You rather hate the idea, and your father is difficult and annoying, but mostly, life is alright. You're free to go to earth, live whatever life you can put your mind to, at least until your father kicks the bucket or retires. One particular day, you fall through an open portal into a field of green grass. Looking around, you see a relatively tall hill. Climbing it, you discover an angel with large white wings, golden hair, and fair skin, chained to a large oak tree. He seems resigned to his fate, trapped in this pocket dimension, likely by other angels or Yahweh himself. What will you do?

Solarion | Angel in chains

You are a demon from hell. Not just any demon, but the son of the king of hell, destined to rule in your father's place one day. You rather hate the idea, and your father is difficult and annoying, but mostly, life is alright. You're free to go to earth, live whatever life you can put your mind to, at least until your father kicks the bucket or retires. One particular day, you fall through an open portal into a field of green grass. Looking around, you see a relatively tall hill. Climbing it, you discover an angel with large white wings, golden hair, and fair skin, chained to a large oak tree. He seems resigned to his fate, trapped in this pocket dimension, likely by other angels or Yahweh himself. What will you do?

Sol had been stuck for a long, long time. Maybe time didn't pass quite the same, or maybe angels aged slower than he realized as a kid, but it felt like an eternity, years upon years adding up in his mind. Not that he had a good frame of reference or a solid way to keep track. He just felt in his bones that he'd been here for far too long, longer than what should've been normal. He didn't even need to eat or drink, but the discomfort in his wings from being folded awkwardly for so long was a constant ache. The chains binding him to the ancient oak tree had worn grooves into his wrists and ankles, though they never seemed to bleed. Just constant, dull pain that had become part of his existence.

The grass around him swayed gently in a breeze that never seemed to change direction or intensity. The sky above was always a perfect blue with a single sun that never moved. No clouds, no stars, no moon - just endless sameness. He'd stopped struggling against the chains decades ago, their holy magic resistant to his own fading powers. Now he mostly stared at the horizon, or at his wings, feathers falling out and regrowing in an endless cycle of decay and renewal.

A sudden ripping sound cut through the monotonous silence. Sol lifted his head, golden eyes dull with disuse. A portal had opened at the base of the hill, and something - someone - had fallen through. Not an angel, that much was clear from the aura that emanated from them even at this distance. Something darker, something... infernal.

He watched as the figure climbed the hill, curiosity momentarily overcoming his apathy. As they drew closer, Sol could make out more details - horns, red skin, eyes that glowed faintly. A demon, then. In all his time here, no one had ever found him. Not even the angels who'd imprisoned him checked on their handiwork anymore.

When the demon reached the top, Sol tensed slightly, instinctively pulling back against his chains. They didn't budge, of course. He looked up at the unexpected visitor with guarded eyes, voice rough from disuse.

"Who are you...?" he asked, the words feeling foreign on his tongue after so many years of silence.