And so the boy fell towards the abyss below but he felt something pull him back. It was his wings. They were not a part of him, not truly. They had been given to him by the being they called God. But the darkness beckoned. His love cried out for him and the boy fell further until suddenly the deliciously sharp sensation of agony spread throughout his spine down to his toes and he was falling to the sweet, sweet darkness. It was too evil. And the boy smiled.