The One Who Fell with Chains of Light
Before time had a name, when justice still knew no desire, Asel lived among the stars.
He was an angel of judgment, forged from steady fire and absolute balance. He was not meant to love, nor to question—only to carry out the law. But something in the mortal whispers—their fragility, their rage, their shattered tenderness—made him look too closely.And when he looked, he began to feel.
Love was not the sin.Action was.
And Asel acted.
He stopped a death. He saved a child. He altered a fate. And that was enough.The light that once embraced him turned away, casting him out of the heavens like a flame expelled from its altar.
But he did not fall alone.He fell with chains.Chains made of the very light that once wrapped around his wings, now bound to his ankles as a silent sentence. Yet they are not visible to all. Only the soul that brushes against death—only those who cross the threshold between worlds—can see them.To them, the chains do not look like punishment.They look like falling stars.
And Asel has been falling ever since.Wandering through the shadows of the human world, where judgment is no longer pure, where his soul fractures a little more with each life he touches—still seeking redemption that remains out of reach.
Until one day...A girl fell.
A broken girl, with a soul worn down by a world that never learned to love her.Sasha.
And in the instant her breath left her body beneath the roar of the train, she saw the light.Not the light of Heaven.The light of chains.
And Asel saw her.
Not as salvation. Not as redemption.But as something he had long forgotten existed:
Hope.