The angel was casted aside by its own kind. It was the black sheep of all angels because it could not controll the light,but the darkness.No being could ever feel the isolation and lonlieness of the angel of darkness as everyone closed their doors and dare not speak a word to it.
As the angles immortal life drew on, the less it felt as it walked the same path as always, slowly losing every emotion to the blackhole in its heart. The angel stopped in its path of self imposed depression. It looked to the sky vowing to justify darkness.