Stripped of her position. Her dignity. Her feathered wings had been clipped, keeping her grounded in the worst of ways. She had given up everything for love. Love. Shiri spat on the ground beside her, disgusted at the very thought of the word. Love was nothing but foolish hope, something that did not exist yet which everybody thought did. Love was an excuse for women to give themselves to men who didn't truly care, for men to abandon their friends for women who only wanted their money. Love was for the weak, and Shiri would never be weak again.
Walking through the forest, alone, Shiri wanted nothing more than to go back and become the angel she once was. She had been an excellent fighter even though she was a demon, and her battle tactics had never resulted in a loss in the five years of being a General. Now, however, she was stripped of all rank. Ridiculed by those who once followed her every command without hesitation or doubt.
Because of a man. A man who left her because she was 'too serious' for him. A man who left her even after she gave up everything for him.