The Fallen Angels.

The unspoken, the unknown, the underrated, the incognito. They came, they shone and conquered everything that there was. Everybody loved the eternal underdog. They were up there, at the zenith, as close as one could be to the stars. Whom am I kidding: they were as good as demi gods.

And then they went on a downward spiral. Surprisingly enough, the same fans who worshiped them up until now cheered for the new conqueror. The fallen angels stare back in disbelief as they move down the pecking order. Some don't give up as easily as the others; they show restraint to certain degree. But when that is surpassed there is nothing left- no voids at all. Their crowns are already occupied and the new angels are surrounded by worshipers who chanted their names and sang laurels in their praise. What was their is now someone else's. And maybe it will never be their's, again.