The world was in storms, dark as it was the same was also beautiful but terrifying, god was angry today on his servents who glide the sky with their soft yet deadly white wings and carry the weapon far beyond anything the mankind could invent. Yet such a beautiful but deadly creatures.
a lightning fell down the earth and trembling was the sky that suffered the scene. the fire light up the air as the once beautiful wings started to turn to ashes.
a melodious voice spoke in the ears of the creatures of elegance
"thou who shall be doomed from now on shall have no glory and feel only pain, thou shall walk upon this very earth endlessly in time"
and the whole scenery dissolved