In the highest stratum of heaven, inside the most beautiful garden in the world, Heseosia, the bees, and butterflies are dancing around the hundreds of beautiful and colorful flowers. Disparate flowers blossom in dissimilar seasons but whatever season it is, you can't shut one's eye to the beauty that the garden possesses. So in rhythm, the high-ranking angels can't help but roam around Heseosia carrying their favorite instruments. They would often sit near the big, old willow tree and serenade the animals. The spirits that ought to be reincarnated were always full of admiration as they stared at the majestic beings with ineffable beauty in front of them.
The soft, mellifluous sound coming from the harps that the Cherubims' are playing made everyone halt on their trail. Every being wound up in front of the encircled cherubs who are playing gracefully and passionately. They all dance to its slow beat and rejoice as if there is a feast. This is the usual scene in heaven. Calm and full of happiness but for some reason, the clear and wonderful sky suddenly turned dark.
The joyous faces of every being were replaced by a horrid and ghastly expression. The sonorous sound of the trumpets begets murmurs and gasps. The angels motioned the spirits to return to their humble places. They obliged, unaware of what was happening. Unenlightened of what could be the reason for the sudden gloomy expression coming from everyone.
A loud and thunderous voice sends chills down their spines.
"Your unseemly behavior is unbefitting in this sacred place. You let mere humans throw dust in your eyes and cloud your judgment! From this day forth, you shall repent of your sins in the mortal world. Change your incongruous disposition to deem yourself worthy of the throne again. I am now depriving you of your right to set foot in this sanctuary and to use thy holy name. You shall be known as the fallen one, for you brought sorrow and affliction to each and everyone."
"Father, please!"
Everyone turned their gaze upon the archangel, pleading to the Almighty One that only appears as a bright, shining light to them. With a loud thunderous sound, the archangel fell down from the sky like a strike of lightning. Three loud sounds from the holy trumpet echoed on the highest stratum of heaven, followed by the weeps of the angels.
The prophecy has started... The queen had perished, and the prince had fallen.