Anor's exile was three years ago, and now most of the people in heaven have seemed to have forgotten him. He's obviously remembered in the slums. There are small congregations who worship him instead of the "God." Of course, though, these are highly illegal and risky, seen as treason.
As morning rises, a slim muscular figure rubs his face into his silky cloud-looking pillow, his hair in knots.
"Fuck where are my glasses?" The man stands up, grabbing his glasses and looking in the mirror, rubbing his eyes, "Fuck he was in my dream... again."
After a loud knock at the door, a man rushes into the room.
"Rise and shine Astra," The man is wearing what looks to be a two-piece suit. It's pure white, and so is his hair, he has feathery wings, the fact they're not retractable shows that he is not high rank, likely a butler.
Astra turns to the man, his face looking fatigued and slightly annoyed. There are tear stains on his face, "WOULD YOU MIND, I'M NAKED!"
Suddenly, Astra throws a framed picture at the man. He escapes through the door just in time, the glass smashing on impact with the door.
Astra quickly runs over, seeing he's just destroyed the last picture he had of Anor and it was one of them together. A tear rolls down Astra's cheek as he incinerates the painting in an instant as he swiftly stands up to get dressed.
As he opens the wardrobe, he notices Anor's sword and old clothes he kept but just attempts to ignore them and get dressed, equipping himself with his ceremonial sword, which doubles as a sword designed to combat fallen angels. As he picks it up, he catches a bit of skin from his nails, which are chipped, uneaven, and covered with stains of black angel blood.
"Fuck I've really got to stop biting these."
Astra walks towards the door, hesitating at the doorknob, but opens it anyways. The place is bright and covered in windows, unlike his room. As he walks through the palace, his mind fills with thought. 'What's if I didn't betray him?' 'What if I was a good friend?' 'Did I love Anor?'
Eventually making it to his cathedral where he speaks to God through prayer, he kneels before the alter on the delicate carpet. The pillars and entire room are built in a roman-esque style.
Awaiting a reply from God, he wonders more what he could've done differently when eventually, "Astra, I want you to hunt down and KILL Anor."