All mortals are born with the scar of original sin. They go through their lives paying for that sin. Some fail, most fail, they give into that darkness that is burned into the soul. Others, well others, they heal that scar and become saints.
The celestial beings, however, were made to be perfect. Never sinning. Never questioning. Never evolving. Until one asked a simple question. A war started. And ended. Most celestial beings went upon their way doing what they were made to do, be perfect little angels… Then there are those who fell… Cast out. Forgotten. Damned. Those were the ones that humanity had to worry about; for if humanity forgot about the Damned, then what hope would there be to be absolved of a sin they never committed.
Hope would be found in an unlikely legion.
Hope would be found by those with Darkened Grace.
Hope would be found in those unjustly Damned…
Vapula fell. It was as simple as that. He had a hate for humans. The catalyst. But then he met one that made him understand why God felt the need to ask them all to love the humans. She took a sword to her chest to protect him. Not just any sword, a Heavenly sword. And because she got in the way of heavenly duty, this saint upon Earth became the Damned Saint. What he did not know was that he would reconnect with one he thought washed their hands of him. And his best friend and right had would find the one to complete them. And find a sister within The Damned Saint who told him he was not Damned but just as with any human he just had a Darkened Grace.
Kris Charles - Author 