Drake, his name was. Black wings, perfect physique and that smile to die for. A fallen--- should I say more? Being exiled from the gates of heavens, he roams the world and started uniting the fallens into one crazy league. Confident, alluring, and mysteriously black, he readied his army for a revolution--- a war of the heavens. But what would the war be when he started turning against his own formed army, just because of Flonne--- an angel of death, twisting and playing with his mind, as well as his emotions...