Facing darkness and silence, the wings behind me are slowly turning black, the contract with Satan begins to take effect, and the pain begins. I don't know what I did wrong. I lost important things in a daze. I was forced into a desperate situation, but still full of confusion. My pride disappeared; my freedom and ease left; tears overflowed from my eyes. Angels have no tears, but I, in order to fall in pain, would rather serve the devil than to sink...