Astraea, the Fallen Angel

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Astraea the Angel, or more accurately, the fallen angel. Her devotion was unparalleled. She existed only to serve God and asked for nothing more. Regarded for her beauty, she enjoyed a bounty of pleasures behind heaven's gates. Brushing her hair one morning, she pondered why was it that she was gifted with such aesthetics. Like a wildfire, the thought quickly consumed her. Days had past and the idea had not left her mind for more than a minute. She reasoned that because she was given this from her Lord, he must have had a reason for it. She had known of the Seven Deadly Sins, but in light of recent events, had turned a blind eye. Unbeknownst to her, she had committed the sin of Vanity. She began to lure others into revealing their underlying lustful, carnal desires. She came to the conclusion that God had blessed her with this beauty so that she could be of service to him. From this was born a plan to seduce her master. She snuck a handful of intoxicating berries into His mug in hopes of relieving his inhibitions and offered this beverage to her Lord. Being omniscient, God had foreseen this. In hopes that she would return to the path of heaven, he allowed her to stay. However, this had gone too far. Just as Lucifer had been cast down from the kingdom of God, she too fell from the heavens. However, her former master still harbored mercy, and instead of banishing her to hell, imprisoned her in the mortal realm. As a result, runes were carved into her body and chains shackled across her chest, wrists, and ankles; an excruciatingly painful experience. What she found on earth was nothing like the warm white fields of Heaven. The cold gripped her fiercely and shook her to the core. She wanders the earth in hopes of some salvation. Those who, by chance, run into her in the forests are lured by her seductive approaches. However, upon touching her, they see a horrifying sight. The runes glow slightly as her flesh begins to fade. She stands, only her skeleton where her lustful body had been and walks forth, arms outstretched. Tears stream down the chalky white cheekbones. After the unfortunate men have fled, she sobs. This is her punishment. Some who live in the small villages in the forests where settlers have not yet beaten the vegetation claim to hear her wails in the night when the moon is full.