Despair took me to his realm...
A butterfly...
And...
The devil?
Not like others, my story
Hah, it already ended at the start
When I thought I was gonna depart this world
Under the scorching hot, a celestial arise
I was chosen, to be his heir
I had no other choices
The blaze burnt my wings
Fire and brimstones, stick and stone
An admirer and a trailblazer
This is the end... without the wings, a butterfly becomes nothing
An odd number out of her kind
I pledge my loyalty to him
Serpent...
Your wish is my fulfillment
Anything you desire I shall accomplish
"Be my accomplice, ice will melt, flowers will wither,
creatures must bow before you" he said
He is my one moonlight
"Will you hold me tight and not go glinting?"
Bite through the night
I rest under his arms, praying for a new essence

In a dense forest, where a multitude of creatures roamed freely, there dwelled a powerful being known as Ophidian, the forest god. This majestic entity took the form of a gigantic serpent, its sharp yellow eyes transforming into a menacing shade of red whenever danger lurked nearby.On a fateful day, a group of individuals ventured into the forest with the intention of settling down and making it their hometown by cutting down the trees. Feeling threatened by their presence, Ophidian decided to take matters into his own hands. Under the cover of darkness, he attempted to quietly eliminate them. However, his efforts proved futile. The sight of the colossal snake struck fear into the hearts of the people, causing them to hastily flee, hurling torches in the creature's direction to scare it away.Unfortunately, one of these torches ignited a patch of dry leaves on the ground, spawning a fierce forest fire. The flames rapidly spread, causing chaos among the forest dwellers. In the midst of this turmoil, Atalanta, a delicate chorinea sylphina butterfly, managed to join a flock of various species in their escape. Alas, the intensity of the inferno caused her to plummet to the ground, her wings now singed and rendered useless. She lay there, helpless and alone, surrounded by the ashes of her once vibrant home.At this critical juncture, Ophidian was overwhelmed by the consequences of his actions. A moment of profound realization washed over him as he beheld the devastation he had wrought. In an instant, he shed his snake form, assuming the guise of a human. With great compassion, he helped Atalanta, struggling for life, and carried her away from the blazing forest. Ophidian's eyes welled with bitter tears for the countless creatures that had perished, and he vowed to atone for his mistakes.As time passed, Atalanta slowly recuperated under Ophidian's devoted care and attention. Moved by her indomitable spirit and unwavering determination, Ophidian persuaded her to undergo a transformation into a human. He granted her an extended lifespan and instilled within her a renewed sense of hope.Once she was reborn as a human, Atalanta, with the remnants of her scorched wings, dedicated herself to making a difference and ensuring that history would not repeat itself. Throughout this journey, Ophidian assured her that she would become the forest's future guardian once he had passed on.With a deep love for the forest's creatures, Atalanta toiled to establish a new ecosystem, while Ophidian's presence served as a poignant reminder of the tragic consequences of wrongful actions. As long as Atalanta lived, Ophidian's promise would endure, ensuring that the forest would always have a protector to carry on his legacy.

Once upon a time, in a forest where the trees were an endless canvas of dreams, there lived a creature of grace and beauty. With wings as beautiful as an angel, it soared above the canopy, a dance of freedom etched above the leaves. But fate, as fickle as the wind, whispered a different tune, and the creature found itself falling into hell fire.
Yet, as it descended, a realization dawned within its heart. The wings were but a part of its journey, not the essence of its being. For even as it touched the ground, its spirit remained unbound, its identity intact. The creature understood that wings could be lost, but the core of who it was remained untouched by the trials of the sky.
And so, it walked on, step by step, with the courage still alive within. For it knew that true self is not defined by the heights one reaches, but by the strength to continue on, even when the skies are out of reach.
Ophidian: You still remain the same person though you lost your wings.

The forest divinity Ophidian observed his devastating oversight as he cradled the dying butterfly, Atalanta, in a forest ignited by flames. She ended up paying the price for his actions...
"From ashes arose a new guardian. The forest's future will be preserved, Atalanta carries on Ophidian's pledge."

Can't believe I'm his heir
Pledged my loyalty, sweared
Tear down mortals, not gonna spare
Reminiscence changing after despair