We may as well start from the beginning, Christian Yu wasn't a planned birth between his mother and father. Not only was it odd, it was almost impossible for two angels to give birth to a child. When he was born, he was the talk of angels, there hadn't been a soul so pure and so innocent up in the heavens in a millennium. Time in the heavens was slow in comparison to earth, every five years in earth only one year passed in the heavens and with that it took Christian a long time to age. Christian was already showing signs of greatness, of being one that would truly outshine his parents and those whom were elders.

Christian by the time he was three could communicate through magic, he could talk but it still wasn't the same, he had a great magical awareness and that only grew as he aged. Before he knew it he was fifteen and already training to be a hunter. A hunter was a prestigious role only given to those who had earned it, He bulked up, aced his classes and trained seven days a week for almost two years. It was just after he had become a hunter that his parents had been maliciously murdered by a pack of fallen angels. Rage, sadness a number of emotions came over him, he was distraught but this was something he knew he had to work on, he had a vile streak for vengeance. He grabbed the file on those creatures, the vile creatures that made him feel dark, feel things he didn't remember feeling ever in his life. 

Two months and he ascended to earth, most thought he too would face the same fate of his late parents, his parents were the best fighters they had, and still they had no chance against this pack of delinquents. It was then that he had come face to face with them, a bloody battle of dominance. He had been stabbed and injured but he made it out alive, he had killed and brutally murdered each one of them. The scary part was that deep down he enjoyed it. He wasn't going to admit that to anyone, the dark swirl of happiness for them to beg for mercy,  he returned to the heavens and was on recovery for about a month, even if he was completely fine the fact that he killed about six fallen angels when two angel could not do it was more than just a simple feat. 

Christian moved from hunting, the angels around him were confused why he didn't want to do it anymore when he clearly was the best, he wouldn't do it, he refused to do it unless it was a mission that many had died on. He moved to helping people. he was happy to and he did it for longer than he could really remember. He after a long time started doing both his jobs as there was always that calling for him to be a hunter, and so he found the balance that he was after. He had the satisfaction of helping people which distracted him from his cruel tendencies and he hunted to keep those tendencies at a low.  

Time went past rather quickly, it was then that he began to notice his workload increase and increase, other angels grew lazy and his body cried for rest for a few days, the new generation of angels didn't care as much as the ones he had seen, A lot of the angels had aged or had died due to battles. He hadn't aged a day since he was seventeen, he was young and had stayed like that for thousands of years. Other angel's were envious of that, he at the time was one of the oldest angels and he didn't look it one bit. Using magic aged angels dramatically, there was nothing to stop the aging process especially when most angels were originally chosen from earth. he wasn't impressed with the lack of care. He took three days off, he needed rest and the other angel's flipped and got angry. 

Christian went towards the elders more than once and still they didn't listen. He felt an aggression within him but after his break he went back and continued his work, he worked like this for years watching angels make mockery out of those that needed help that was until he felt his last string of patience snap, he had grabbed on of the angels whom was the laziest gripping at his wings, screams came from the male he was scared and thought he was going to end up in a bad place. Christian warned him if he didn't start working that would be in fact where he would end up really quickly, he warned all of the lazy s that he would make them fallen if he had to continue working harder than anyone else. 

Angels though are very unforgiving creatures, Christian learnt that quickly after his threats, originally he too was an angel, one of their best. He believed everyone had more than one chance, that all deserved to be treated equal, that wasn't what he saw even after he threatened it, he saw more angels turn blind eyes to those crying out for help, making mockery and having an even worse attitude for the ones in which they were assigned to almost as if they liked seeing them in pain. Christian was far from them, even as he grew up in that world he never saw himself as better, never saw to make it like he was the best even knowing or it being clear that he was s. Christian ended up that way, hard work, blood sweat and tears. He never stopped unless his body cried and demanded him to take a break, he fought and fought even until his knees and body gave out.

Christian could never kill innocent people, one day his heart stopped he was assigned to kill one of the ones he had been protecting because they fell into an influence of a demon. Fear bubbled in his chest, why couldn't he banish the infection? Christian sent on his mission, he saw the woman, her peaceful sleeping face, there clear that she was infected by a demon, there had been issues with her husband, money had been tough and clearly this demon offered her things too good to be true, he gave a soft sigh, he phased into her room she was completely unaware of his presence and soon with a gentle caress and a few ancient words he uplifted the curse, a stab of burning pain hit his shoulder, he felt the shudder go up his spine as black then covered his shoulder. Confusion lifted upon his face but he shifted out of the womans room and went back to the heavens where he was greeted by waiting angels. 

Confusion continued to convey upon his features it was then that he saw the ones he threatened, it clicked they had set this up for him to fail. They would have known he wouldn't of killed his protected. One of the angels walked to him, an elder and moved his shirt, the black ink on his skin a clear indication of what he had done. The dark look in the elder's eyes meant bad news for Christian, he felt his heart beat quick with fear. He had a demonic energy in him, something that was forbidden, he felt anger in him, he felt that saving the life was better than wasting it. 

He was trailed in the angelic court but of course nothing he would say would convince them other wise, he was going to be condemned especially if the others had something to say about it. Disgust filled he being, if this was what it meant to be an angel he no longer wanted to be one anyway. What was the point if he couldn't serve justice correctly. It had been decided that Christian was to be banished from the heavens. That was one of his fears and now it was coming true. 

Christian was locked in a chamber, he couldn't escape, nothing would let him and the next morning he was to be banished, he didn't sleep, who could in such a situation. He sat and stared at the wall, everything he knew was going to change, everything he had worked for slowly meant nothing, his mother and father's deaths, his possessions. He would be going down to earth with nothing but the tattered clothes on his back. Many angels gathered with sad eyes to see that this was going to be what had become of one of the greatest angels in existence in the heavens, other's had fear knowing what he did to the people who murdered his parents, wondering if he would ascend once more and kill them all. 

The part of the ritual was when he was supposed to black out or not remember, but instead what he remembered was talk in the ancient language in which he used to speak in, something about saying that he had done wrong doing, that the demonic energy in his body was but a threat to the angelic race. He knew it wasn't and so did everyone else but it was just an excuse to berid of someone who could become very dangerous, instead of dealing with it properly they just decided to berid of him entirely. His wings were held tightly, each pull felt like fire going through his body, he screamed, many surprised he was still awake, still fighting. 

Blood curdling screams came from his mouth, the pain he felt made him want to fade to the depths of his mind and slip into the comforting bliss of unconsciousness, something stopped him from doing so, what he didn't realize was he wasn't the only one screaming, the elder ripping his wings was also screaming, the pain upon Christian was also recurring onto the elder. Half way done and someone had to take over, the other angel had actually fainted from the pain. the other angel was stronger and in one fell pull his wings were ripped clean off of his back, blood streamed down his back as he trembled, his vision going black every now and again as he cried and shook, the pain still vibrating through him, he wasn't supposed to remember it and there he was awake and aware. Christian was then banished, that was when his nightmarish reality began.

Feathers that were once white, now black littered around Christian's frame, he laid there staring into the sky in which he had come from, rain pelting down at him as if the world too showed no sympathy for what had just happened. With broken wings came broken dreams, he had become a creature of evil, something he had never thought possible. Sobs had racked his frame, he had never wanted to think that he could never return to the heavens but that had become his reality, a reality he refused to face for the first decade. 

In his first ten years he was out hunting demons, Tattoo's littered his skin, mainly on his shoulders and arms. It was harder to kill them with limited power, but soon he learnt with each tattoo came a different power, he had in fact absorbed the powers from these creatures. amazement and wonder came over his face, he couldn't but believe what was happening, what he had witnessed. He was becoming stronger than what he had ever been, he was going to gain enough power to take down the people who had tricked him into being turned into a fallen angel. He was going to rip their wings out. He was going to show them the same pain. The pain mentally and physically. 

He had many demon's talk to him, try and convince him to lend his power to their side. He refused, he sided with no one, nothing he was on his own mission for his own reason. He refused help and he refused to go near those who needed help because usually unless they were evil in his eyes he truly would help them. It was one of his weaknesses. He couldn't help himself, the eagerness to help those who truly needed it never died within him when he fell from the heavens. He always loved to help, the other weakness he had was lust. Ever since he had come to earth, he was faced with many situations that he wished to rip the clothes off of the person's body and ravish them, he had never experienced such strong feelings and luckily he was able to avoid such things. In his own eyes he was pure, he didn't want to just destroy all of the purity he still believed he had. 

Christian is overall a nice man, he proves it by what he does for people when he can, he used to be nicer, help anyone no matter what strain it had on his body. He wanted more than just an existence of duty, he was going to keep going on to fight within himself as he was always duty driven. His personality is a bit twisted, moments he can be the nicest male you could ever meet and yet the next day he could be the meanest man you have ever met. He has been on earth a long time and usually keeps to himself but never says what it is that he is unless people already know, he is rather a well known man since coming to orenda but he still tries to keep to himself.

Where you would find him normally would be in a clinic, he plays as a psychologist during the day but at night he works on figuring out demonic energies, he is also a scientist, he wants to work more on unlocking more capabilities with his powers but his research is usually on a strictly need to know basis. He is usually a kind man in his hours of working as a psychologist but at night he keeps to himself or he hunts after demons to collect subjects to torment to unlock secrets and hidden meanings. To the things in which he consumed unintentionally. 

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